Standing at the threshold: two voices, one crossing — which will you hear first? Placeholder image by Midjourney v7.
Thresholds - Two voices one crossing
Voice of Surrender
The night presses in, heavy as regret,
Shadows coil, whispering, “Let go.”
I count the names I cannot save,
Each memory a stone in my pocket.
My beasts curl, sensing the end,
I leave instructions, trembling,
for a world that will not remember.
The streets wait, cold and unyielding,
I have no more shelter to give.
I write my name as a closing,
My ink a river running dry.
I slip into hush, a final release,
A whisper lost in the dark.
Voice of Resolve
The night presses in, but I strike a match,
Shadows coil, whispering, “Hold on.”
I count the names I carry forward,
Each memory a lantern in my hand.
My beasts curl, waiting for dawn,
I leave instructions, trembling,
for a world that may yet remember.
The streets wait, cold but unbroken,
I have more shelter to find.
I write my name as a beginning,
My ink a river rising strong.
I step into hush, a gathering breath,
A whisper forging the dawn.