Tag: micro poetry

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