Hello Everyone,

I wanted to take a moment to acknowledge hannahGE_ who has been an immense pillar of support, actively sharing thoughtful feedback and generously contributing their votes.

"Spells and Cinders," the poem I've just shared, is a tribute to this extraordinary individual. It mirrors the title of one of their profound works which delves into mental health issues—a topic that we need to talk about more.

I encourage each of you to explore this enlightening piece. Just as their support has brought light to my journey, their work might illuminate a path for others navigating through the complexities of mental health with an almost Fairytale twist!

Thank you, as always, for your ongoing support and for being a part of this journey with me. Let us continue to uplift and inspire each other through our words.

With deepest gratitude,

ShannWrites

Spells and Cinders (Free Verse Poem)

In a world that whirls betwixt shadows and light, 

Thrust upon us is the eve of uncertain fight. 

Lives woven with spells, cast by elders with hope, 

The ashes of childhood, 

we're left to cope.

Each soul is bound by the echo of a spell, 

The cinders of dreams, in our hearts they dwell. 

The hymn of youth fades, in the hearth of time, 

No longer a child, yet to the summit we climb.

The shapeless form of expectations abound, 

An unsteady vessel in a sea, where we're found.

 We drift between isles of should and should not, 

Unseen, 

unheard, 

our voices caught.

Not yet a silhouette against the setting sun, 

No longer the free spirit, when life had just begun.

We wear masks of strength, 

adorned with false grins, 

Yet beneath, the turmoil and confusion spins.

In the alabaster moonlight, 

we stand in the breach, 

A dance in the darkness, 

adulthood just out of reach. 

Between the flicker of candles and the stardom afar, 

Caught in the spells and cinders, we are.

Shackled by society's mold, 

clad in unseen chains, 

Struggling to sprout amidst the torrential rains. 

Seeking our voice in the silent crowd's din, 

Sowing seeds of courage, 

letting the sunlight in.

Spells of past, 

the cinders of time, 

a medley of fear, 

Yet, 

amidst it all, 

a melody begins to appear.

In our hearts, 

the rhythm of a new age thrums, 

Out of the ashes, 

the phoenix becomes.

From a place of longing, 

to a realm of becoming, 

Each struggle, 

each stumble, 

a new tune humming. 

The spells and cinders, 

of trials we've been through, 

In the twilight of youth, 

our spirit accrues.

The journey is fierce, 

the path not always clear, 

A testament to courage, 

as adulthood draws near.

Amidst the spells and cinders, 

we find our way, 

The dawn breaks anew, 

heralding a brand-new day.

Through the hardships of age, 

we uncover our might, 

Spells and cinders illuminate the moonless night. 

In the ashes of yesterday, 

our tomorrow begins, 

We are the weavers, 

and life is our canvas to spin.

~S.W