When the Sky Forgot My Name

by Samantha Syrnich TLC
© 2025 Samantha Syrnich TLC. All Rights Reserved.

When the sky forgot my name,
I drifted into silence—
a weightless ache,
like rain with nowhere to fall.

The stars went dim,
not because they vanished,
but because my eyes
no longer reached that far.

I built my walls out of sighs,
my heart a locked garden,
each petal folded inward,
too tired to bloom again.

But even the soil remembers spring.
Even the ashes whisper—
“wait.”

There is a pulse beneath the numbness,
a single ember refusing surrender.
It beats softly,
saying,
“You have not finished becoming.”