Storms In A Cup Of Water V2 Poem by MIRAK Montiel

'Storms in a Cup'

I live a lonely life,
starving for what harms my heart.
I crawl into the dark again,
pain my only company—
a shallow grave I dug myself.

Too deep now to climb out,
forty winters and forty days
I've held the weight of silence.
My life-tree withers,
one leaf at a time,
falling like forgotten dreams.

I knock on half-open doors,
but fear ties my hands.
Doubt whispers,
and I turn away again—
always walking, never arriving.

I'm just a sad scene,
the only guest at my pity party,
where I stir storms
in a cup of water,
and call it survival.

Another page,
another whisper no one hears.
Words spill like prayers
no one believes—
not even me. MIRAK