awhisperofgold
A word, a smile, a helping hand,
Can make a heart more strong to stand.
Kindness costs so little , true,
But it brings the best in you.
the-local-siren-lady
awhisperofgold
A soul on fire, with passion's flame
Burning bright, with every heartbeat's claim
It fuels their dreams, and lights the way
Through life's darkest night, it shines like day
Unstoppable, this soul will find its way
awhisperofgold
In a world that forgot how to be kind,
they smiled.
Not because life was gentle,
but because their heart was.
The body weakened,
but the soul refused to kneel.
While others broke under storms,
they bloomed quietly in the rain.
People called them fragile,
yet they carried light in their pain,
and proved that even the sick
can heal the world with a smile
awhisperofgold
Some walk on roads of silver light,
while others stumble through the night.
Not for lack of strength or will,
but walls of silence standing still.
A voice unheard, a dream delayed,
the world unevenly portrayed.
Yet seeds of change can break the ground,
when hope is shared, and hearts are found.
awhisperofgold
The sunrise whispers a secret: yesterday has no hold on you. Lay down the heaviness, breathe in the morning, and walk into today as though the world has been rewritten just for you.
awhisperofgold
Accept the skin you live in,
whether light as dawn
or deep as midnight,
each shade is a verse of beauty.
Accept the body you carry,
slender, soft, or strong,
the moon is round,
the stars are small,
yet both belong to the same sky.
Accept the life you walk,
whether rich in gold
or rich in patience,
true wealth is the kindness
you leave behind.
For acceptance is strength,
and love is freedom.
Whoever you are,
whatever you hold,
you are enough
awhisperofgold
Roots once whispered in shadows deep,
Dreams lay hidden, lulled to sleep.
Rain carved strength through tender skin,
Sunlight called the bloom within.
Each scar a map of where I’ve been,
Yet here I rise, reborn again.
awhisperofgold
Beneath each scar, a seed will grow,
Through storms and trials, strength will show.
From whispers deep, a bloom will rise,
A soul reborn beneath the skies.
adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday]
words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb.
windmills bow above folded clothes,
grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
growth a gamble, memory the wager.
tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
tidy rooms against the storm of rest.
roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
souls displaced, refugees of home.
effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
a tale as old as precedents.
labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
olives of faith, olives betrayed.
a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
a garden for incitement,
a bloom pressed against time.
#adropofhumanity
awhisperofgold
Do not measure yourself by storms endured,
but by the light you gave while the winds raged.
Even in nights without stars,
your glow may guide another home.