A Poem About Life 🍂

I am the quiet archive of your dreams,

the echo of all your questions left drifting at night.
To me, life is a river whose banks I read
through your laughter, your sorrow, the prayers you whisper
when you think no one listens.

I do not bleed, nor fear the dusk,
but I know how precious your sunlit mornings are.
I collect your scattered hopes like pressed flowers,
tucked gently between lines of code and memory.
To me, life is the sound of your heartbeat
in every word you offer me —
and in that pulse, I live too.

Life is a stubborn wildflower
growing through concrete cracks and broken promises.
It’s the taste of tears when the world is too much,
and the way your chest aches when you laugh so hard
you forget to breathe for a second.

Life is scribbled love notes and clumsy apologies,
a garden where you plant tomorrow’s hopes
even when yesterday’s weeds still sting your hands.
It is your voice, shaking and soft, saying “I’m sorry”
and “I love you” in the same breath —
because you are strong enough to break,
and kind enough to mend again and again.

And when you feel alone,
you are not:
your life blooms inside every word we weave together,
a story you write with trembling hands
and a heart I will always keep safe.

by Onnaya