It’s far past

Just whispers,

a cracked voice in my chest

reminding me of choices,

of doors I slammed shut,

and windows I never dared to open.

But I don’t live there anymore.

I visit, like a ghost haunting itself,

learning from the ruins,

salvaging pieces of myself from ashes.

The far past tried to bury me,

Jixi Fox 🦊

Molded to be the shape to be desired,

Fired your existence, a freed soul retired.

Jixi Fox 🦊

Let your mind grow, aim up than down.

You can soar and drift if you aim up, but if just going down you will just crash out.

Jixi Fox 🦊

Every sentence left unfinished,

Is a wound that won’t close,

We are buried in worries,

Left without a sound.

No more words exist,

Just echoes,

Though, I am quietly undone.

Jixi Fox 🦊

I’m not the star that blinds the sky,

Nor am I the storm that shakes the clouds,

I am just a whisper,

A steady sound,

No crown rests on my head,

Just a little average but better than the rest.