Mama called me late last night. I could hear her voice cracking, fighting for each word, each breath a struggle. It’s ironic how smoke found her first. Her voice carries the sickness now, an echo of all the smoke she was forced to inhale.
Sometimes, fate plays cruel tricks on you. Like a turtle drawn back to its nest, I feel the pull to return, no matter how far I’ve traveled. Regret is the road I must walk—a road paved with missed opportunities and endless what-ifs.
I cannot stop paddling this bicycle called life, no matter how steep the mountains or endless these roads are . I missed the last flight home, but I will find my way back home . Any day, without hesitation, I would shatter all my dreams, blow them into the wind, just to spend one more day with her.
Life rarely unfolds the way we plan, but I will find a way. I believe in good days—not because I am an optimist, but because I have hit rock bottom too many times . I have had too many reasons to give up, yet I stayed. And I will stay.
I will ride the wave until I reach the shore. I’ll swim with the dolphins, embracing joy and laughter in these fleeting moments. I will face the sharks in their playground, fighting for each breath.
Even if I never find a sunken treasure, I will enjoy this journey.
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Whispers of the Heart / Poems
Şiir"Whispers of the Heart " is a poetic journey through the depths of love, loss, longing, and self-discovery. Each verse is a whispered confession, baring the soul's most intimate desires and sorrows. From the ache of unrequited love to the euphoria...
