we move through hours
that were never promised
soft tenants of a world
that keeps no names
each breath is an ember of light
slipped into our unready hands
dawn on loan, shadows rented
still we press our footsteps into dust
still we dare to lift our fragile flame
as if the dark were negotiable
as if borrowed time
were ours to spend
and if the sun won’t one day
ask for everything back
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
The “dawn on loan, shadows rented” line is so badass! I love this! 💞
Thank you so very much! You’re the best!
Fine piece
Thank you 🙂
Pretty poignant but very real. I enjoyed reading this ❤️🙂
Thank you so much ❤️🙂
Lovely piece ❤️
Thank you so much ❤️
Wonderful, thought-provoking piece.
Thank you so much!
My pleasure.