100+ Poems for Gabrielle ~ Vol. 1

Staring at the ceiling

I'm lying here, staring at the ceiling,
Tracing the cracks like they're old wounds healing.
The night stretches on, so quiet, so long,
And in this stillness, it all feels wrong.

Thoughts swirl like ghosts I can't chase away,
They dance in the shadows and linger to stay.
The ceiling's a canvas for all that I hide,
For the fears, the regrets, the doubts I confide.

The clock ticks softly, but time feels slow,
As memories surface, refusing to go.
The ceiling holds secrets, like the sky at night,
A void that reflects my inner fight.

I wonder how many have done the same—
Laid here in darkness, whispering names.
Names of the ones who slipped from their grasp,
Dreams that have shattered, too fragile to last.

The ceiling listens, but never replies,
It catches my breath, it holds my sighs.
It knows every story, it's heard every plea,
But it's as silent as the night can be.

Yet somehow, in this endless stare,
I find a strange comfort in the air.
For in the quiet, there's space to be,
To let the mind wander and finally see.

Maybe the cracks in the ceiling above
Are reminders of pain, but also of love.
For even in darkness, there's light that can grow,
And from every wound, something new can show.

So I'll keep staring, till the morning arrives,
Till the dawn breaks through, till the light survives.
For even in these hours, so lonely, revealing,
There's something to find, just staring at the ceiling.