Matter, Energy, and Life of Michaela A. Castello.

Tag: poetry

  • Daybreak

    How many days have passedSince our hands first touched, cautious fingers entwined?How many steps along this tangled pathThat we have made our own?A journey over steep and jagged mountains,Fraught with rocky canyons.Harsh terrain that we surmounted,Focused only on the endless road ahead.For years we swore that we’d survive,While we braved the deep abyss. And when at…

  • Risk

    I lingered out of reach, hidden deep within myself,Careful not to share too much, lest I be exposed.You danced nearby, matched my steps,Risked yourself, inviting me to trust.A smile, a laugh, a wink…A touch.Didyounoticewasitokaywillyou–Suddenly I was in your arms,I whispered secrets, you held me tighter,And you said, “Here I am.”My body is sore while my…

  • Obligations

    I strive to manage All of their emotions Leaving no space To experience My own.

  • Awakening

    Once I feared the coming night, what dreads it might contain. My gentle heart full of light, that I dared not expose. I fought against a nightmare, shielded flame from tempests, Slowly fell into despair, watched it dim regardless. Cursing myself for failure, asking to be released, In the silence that prevailed, I let my…

  • Wraiths

    We are the wraiths floating in the shadows, keeping the monsters off the path. Our souls are bare and tattered, the memory of a form. You marvel at what was lost to carry out this task, But perhaps we took the work because our souls were already worn.

  • Library of the Heart

    Some hearts hold open books, hiding their secrets in the space between words. Others protect them between heavy covers, firmly closed. My heart has no book at all, because  One by one, I tore out the pages,  Sealed each into envelopes, scattered by the wind, Such that nobody— Could ever find— Them all.

  • Why, Thank You

    This morning I made a choice. I smiled to myself because I thought it was clever and in that moment it made me happy, but as the hours passed other things demanded my attention until eventually I forgot. Tonight, you noticed.  You were the only one. You do that one thing, not to be noticed…

  • Retro-Futurism

    In ghosts of futures past we see The twilight of our memories, Now through aging scanner darkly Once bright with possibilities. In the shape of things to come, Insightful probing of primordium While Darkness’ hand reaches sinistra– Will our consciousness succumb?