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1. Tender Echoes in Ink
"I pen farewells with hands that tremble, ache, / Each word a weight, each phrase a shackled sigh." Image by Midjourney v7
I am! Yet who discerns the self I bear?
My essence flickers, dimming like a star.
I am the vessel where my anguish dwells,
A mind in constant spin, both near and far.
This unjust world, its balance torn and lost—
Yet still I am—I live—though tempest-tossed.
Into the storm of cold, dismissive eyes,
Into the swirling sea of disbelief,
Where years of earnest, documented cries
Find no safe harbour, no shore, no relief.
All that I cherished fades into the mist,
My faithful friends, my comfort near-dismissed.
I pen farewells with hands that tremble, ache,
Each word a weight, each phrase a shackled sigh.
For those I've guided, nurtured, strived to wake,
Instructions flow like tears that never dry.
The care, the love, the dreams we've woven here—
Unravelled by the threads of fate, severe.
And for the gentle beasts who've shared my heart,
Whose fur and feathers soothed my weary soul,
I trace provisions for when I depart,
Each line an arrow through my being's whole.
The thought of parting rends with searing pain,
Yet homelessness would be a crueller bane.
I've fought, I've pleaded, scraped for any aid,
Exhausted every path, each avenue.
But now the hour comes, the choice is made,
To end this dance, to bid this life adieu.
The shame, the guilt, they claw with vicious talons,
Yet suffering's spectre looms in stark equivalence.
There's solace in imagining their joy,
In homes where love will be their steadfast guide.
Though I'll be gone, my spirit will deploy,
To guard and bless them, ever by their side.
And in that thought, a fragile peace unfurls,
To ease the ache within my shattered world.
So ink becomes my voice, my legacy,
The tether that connects me to their light.
Each caring phrase, a token of what's lost,
Each fond remembrance, armour for their fight.
I'll slip away, a whisper on the breeze,
But in these letters, part of me still breathes.
