the blood goes cold
the sky turns grey
you learn to stand
where you once fell
the world is hard
the eyes are cruel
but every blow
is just a test
let others keep
their easy paths
their gentle days
their quiet nights
they never knew
the heavy dark
they never learned
to fight the storm
leave the ghost behind
forget the old mistake
the path is long
the sun is up
face the wind
and do not bend
—lyra moon (scars are just proof that the tempest ran out of thunder)
june 28, 2026