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The dawn begins

Shadows gather at the doorway, whispering names I cannot keep, Two distant fires in the night, burning differently in my sleep. There’s a fracture in the silence, a tremor under skin and bone, Lines are drawn in fading chalk, by hands I thought were never cold. Every echo twists the hallway, bending mirrors into truth, And I wander through the chambers where my heart forgets its youth. I’m torn between the lanterns, each one flickers at my call, If I reach to save one ember, will the other watch me fall? Rivers split the earth inside me, carving paths I cannot choose, And the storm keeps asking gently which of them I’m meant to lose. All the constellations tremble, pulling tight around my mind— I am caught between the shadows neither willing to unwind. And the night keeps whispering, “And who will you betray by choosing light?” Footsteps circle in the darkness, tracing wounds I never spoke, Old devotion turns to ash beneath the weight of newer smoke. Every heartbeat feels divided, every breath a fragile thread, Holding worlds that both unravel when I turn my weary head. I’m torn between the lanterns, each one flickers at my call, If I reach to save one ember, will the other watch me fall? Rivers split the earth inside me, carving paths I cannot choose, And the storm keeps asking gently which of them I’m meant to lose. All the constellations tremble, pulling tight around my mind— I am caught between the shadows neither willing to unwind. And the night keeps whispering, “And who will you betray by choosing light?” I walk the faultline, barefoot on the quiet grief of years, Where love becomes a question marked in fire and in fears. If harmony is fragile, then the truth is colder still— Two kingdoms in my heartbeat, each demanding that I kneel. I’m torn between the lanterns, each one flickers at my call, If I reach to save one ember, will the other watch me fall? Rivers split the earth inside me, carving paths I cannot choose, And the storm keeps asking gently which of them I’m meant to lose. All the constellations tremble, pulling tight around my mind— I am caught between the shadows neither willing to unwind. And the night keeps whispering, “And who will you betray by choosing light?” When the dawn begins its murmuring across the fractured sky, I’ll still wander through these shadows where no truth can fully die.