Your words echoing in my mind
Curse
A curse is the shadow of your genes,
Longing for the vibrant light of hope.
A hope that creates peace—
Peace that rests in the chambers of your heart,
The same heart shattered by the echoes
Of myths wrapped in silence.
Your silence seeks a revival.
It becomes vulnerable
When you sit beneath the sky,
Watching stars through tear-brimmed eyes.
The echoes of.
