"Zeus's Musings

Beneath the skin a tempest brews A restless force no soul can refuse It coils tight a serpent’s grasp A weight of years a muted gasp The heart a vault of buried cries Holds secrets veiled in shadowed skies Each pulse a plea each breath a fight A prisoner locked in endless night The mind replays what hands can’t mend A thread of grief that knows no end Old wounds fester raw and deep A vigil kept in sleepless sleep The tongue grows heavy words unsaid A chorus of ghosts a choir of dread Yet still it builds this silent roar A tide that crashes on the shore Through trembling limbs the storm ascends A force too vast to make amends It claws its way from depths unknown A primal wail a jagged tone The dam gives way the flood unfurls A torrent spins in chaotic swirls Tears carve rivers fierce and wild A cleansing born of inner child The pen may bleed the voice may break Each note a risk each line a stake A canvas slashed with hues of pain A dance of loss in pouring rain The body bends the spi...

  Beneath the surface, soft and deep, A quiet strength, a grace they keep, A light that glows, not loud, but true, The inner beauty shining through. In tender hearts, where courage grows, In whispered dreams that no one knows, A well of kindness, fierce and free, A boundless, hidden galaxy. Through every storm, they rise, they mend, A silent force that won’t descend, With empathy, they weave the day, Their spirit guides in every way. A symbol glows, a circle bright, With rays above, a crown of light, Unique to each, its form does bend, Their inner spark, a tale to send. Some bear the mark with lines that soar, Like wings of hope, they seek to explore, Others with curves, a softer trace, Reflecting peace in their embrace. For every woman, a story told, In shades of fire, in hues of gold, The symbol shifts, yet holds the same, A testament to their sacred flame. I stand as one who cannot know, The depths where women’s spirits grow, Their inner light, a sacred flame, A beauty I c...