the hand

there is a hand squeezing my heart

tight slow like it knows every part of me

holding on to the pieces i’m leaving behind

the empty rooms the silent voices the half spoken goodbyes

it does not let go

even when i try to breathe

it reminds me of what will never be the same

what will slip through my fingers like sand

and i carry it with me

a weight both sharp and familiar

a quiet ache beneath my ribs

that tells me i am not just moving forward

but carrying everything i’m afraid to lose

moonriseee

PA

14 years old

More by moonriseee

  • Turning A Page

    Verse 1
    The sun sets slow on this fading day,
    I see your faces, but they feel far away.
    Laughter lingers in the hollow air,
    But something’s shifting like you’re not really there.

  • Dress

    sometimes the dress feels like a soft breath

    a quiet hope wrapped in fabric

    that touches my skin like a secret i’m afraid to speak aloud

    it’s the way light moves when i twirl

    the way i feel seen without saying a word

  • summer

    the air tastes like honey and promise

    sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine

    and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet

    the sky drips blue

    stretching wider every afternoon