I’m here by myself
8 January 2026

The winds blow
inside me hollow
I collect
lost pieces
The knowledge they’re gone pierces
through my intellect

Knowledge pact
Three strikes before act
Theater
the store front
I have shadows to confront
bleak and sinister

I stand still
The morrows shape stark
watching odds
mismatched Gods
There is something in the dark
a fear to instil

My wounds flow
into the darkness
melded glow
to harness
The scars golden kintsugi
reshaped frame of me

Illusion
withers from my sight
eye offers
keen insight
isolated from others
waiving confusion

Bosom’s sigh
I’m here by myself
Head held high
hope in chest
I need no external help
All woes put to rest

Reading of the poem:

Sion - Alone