Literature
Poem: Restlessness
(85 words)
Ash to ache, and ache to breath,
I name the grief but not its teeth.
Come shadow, kneel—your throne is mine,
Your crown of smoke, now serpentine.
I stir the night with trembling hands,
Salt tears, black soil, and burned commands.
Let sorrow sleep but not decay,
Let pain be ink to write the day.
No light, no love, no empty cheer—
Only strength that blooms from fear.
By bone and blood, by heart still sore,
I rise, and fall, and rise once more.