Cleaving the cloud wide
open, wrens weave and fade; as
pinpricks on the sea.
About the Creator
The Illusion of Love
Following the peace I found in "The Encounter," I had to face a harder truth. Love isn't always a lighthouse; sometimes, it’s a mirror that reflects our own willingness to settle for less than we deserve. We often stay silent not because we are weak, but because we are trying to hold onto a ghost. This poem is about that delicate, painful threshold—knowing the lie, feeling the betrayal, yet choosing to stay for one more heartbeat, until the soul finally decides it has had enough.
By Magma Star4 days ago in Poets
Worth the Wait: Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica
Beach bumming in a small Caribbean beach town sounded like a perfect way to end our 6-month trip through Mexico and Central America. Or so we thought. The foul, fishy stench of rotten seaweed hit our nostrils as we stepped from the cramped bus and looked out at a rather depressing, empty, and underwhelming black sand beach. It was pouring with rain, and we had to quickly fish out our ponchos. We thought, this couldn’t be it, could it?
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