Echoes of the Labyrinth In the hush Before morning, I hear it— A small hum Threading the silence.Hope speaks In the language of almost, Of maybe, Of not‑yet.I rise Because it whispers. ****I thought hope Was a lantern— Something I carried.But it grew Like a pulse Beneath my ribs, A rhythm Older than fear.Now it… Continue reading Poems from my pending book
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Echoes of the Labyrinth
*Siora, shadow‑light of the first map, breath that stirs the compass awake you draw the roads I have yet to name. Where your warmth gathers, the journey begins.* Threshold poem for my new book of prose poetry and short form poetry.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 