The Jade Journals🌿

 30/01/2025 Everyone is lonely right?  That question always visits me, Rolling through my mind as I lay in bed each night.  Familiar yet daunting to me.  Loneliness ebbs and flows in my veins, Weighing on my limbs, tightening my throat. Entangled with my very own DNA,  Like an inherited trait I never asked for,  Woven into the blueprint of my being.  He is an absence within me A cavity in my chest, That despite how many people surround me Can never be sealed.  It’s just who I am,  There’s not much more to it.  He turns any season into the barren, dry cold of winter.  Dusting my world in a sugary frost,  I chase the sun but he follows in my shadows, Tempting me to stop.  Telling me he understands me And me, him.  He is who I run to for solace.  Loneliness walks with me through every struggle,  And every triumph.  In crowded rooms his fingertips trace my spine. He lingers, He waits, He always finds me. In...

 17/10/2024 🌳 I sat under the looming willow tree, As I’d done so much in the pase, Each memory of my life glimmered in my eyes, The willow’s tendrils strummed chords in my ears, Soft echoes of a time when my chest was full.  Unmoving, my legs sank into the dirt, As my fingers gripped tightly onto each blade of grass, While my hair flowed in the wind, Kissing my spine when it tired My body still, as the winds began to change.  Seasons melted into each other, unnoticed, My legs rooted into the ground And my hands were cold and brittle, The willows once lush tendrils, now tattered threads,  It’s leaves scattered, like forgotten pages.  Autumns rust yielded to Winters steel And still I stayed. I could no longer recall The once prominent echoes.  The roots that held so firm began to fray,  And I wondered if I too would break away. 

 13/10/2024 🍩 There I lay, On a cold flat metal tray. Surrounding me, desserts and pastries galore, Some with sugar dustings or intricate carvings, Others with sprinkles, cherries and more,  The rest leave onlookers wanting. Unlike the rest I’m a mess – No dazzling glaze, no one to impress, A round of dough with nothing inside, An empty hole that I can’t hide. They gaze pase me, eyes on eclairs, Whispering praises, unaware, I hear their words, I feel despair– I’m not enough, I don’t compare. Yet here I lay, this simple shape,  Trying to fill the gap, trying to escape, But no matter how much I mold my skin, There’s still this hollow depth within.