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  • A Storm Of Forsaken Longings

    A Storm Of Forsaken Longings

    A storm of forsaken longings overwhelmed my humble slumber in a torrid night
    I lost myself in the garden of daring dreams
    I proceeded to embrace my transformation
    I became a creature of the night and the custodian of the most secret enigmas of the stars
    So dazzlingly dark the night sky had become
    That I forgot every dream of mine
    A lullaby enchanted me and I dared not feel any anguish
    Unaware of what wisdom could have taught me
    While I lived on the scent of the flowers of illusion
    Willing to come to be a bloom blushing under the moonlight

    A storm of forsaken longings appeared in my night dreams
    As if I were bound to an endless labyrinth of delusional enthusiasm
    Whenever a bitter apprehension emerged like a ghost, it made me feel like a seashell made of sand and wind
    Under the influence of all the whims of my unsteady fate
    Hence, I felt the urge to embrace my chaos and vulnerability
    Although I was fragile like a snowflake
    I never ceased to endure the challenges of my destiny
    So much I had coveted to take a look at the crystal orb retaining all the riddles of my future
    That I wished to be a witch ruling the realms of the sea and sky

    I had always questioned all the mirrors encountered in my quest to discover my true self
    I really yearned to catch a glimpse of my real image
    But I have never been allowed to rest my gaze on those silver surfaces
    I had become a mystery to myself
    I never made an acquaintance with my soul
    And my heart could have known more than me what I truthfully was
    Even when the ocean breeze had whispered my name, I couldn’t understand what the great mystery of existence was.
    I felt infinite and finite at the same time.
    An everlasting flame embodied my passions, which not even the most fierce storm could ever extinguish.
    No forsaken longings.
    Only crimson roses blooming under a starry sky.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Abyss of Silence

    The Abyss of Silence

    In the abyss of silence, where shadows rule,
    I wandered through the darkness, consumed by the night.
    No comfort to tether me, no compass to be found,
    Just the pulse of my dismay, a mournful sound.

    Secrets and spells, long buried and lost,
    Became reminders of dreams that were tossed.
    In the abysm of the stillness, my thoughts came to life as visions,
    As clouds on edges where memories strive.

    The walls closed in tighter, a prison of stone,
    As I wandered the hallways where night turned to day.
    In the abyss, a spark was unearthed,
    A glimmer of longings in the obscure and endless darkness.

    I searched for messages, for letters of the past,
    Each thorn was a reminder that no delight can last.
    The stillness enveloped me, solemn and profound,
    A consolation in knowing I could finally weep.

    The stars blinked above, everlasting and inextinguishable flames of glare,
    Mocking the darkness that swallowed the night.
    I embraced the abyss that I knew as ruthless,
    Since in silence, I found a connection so boundless.

    The solitude wrapped me in veils of time,
    Where sorrow and stillness began to rhyme.
    Each moment a treasure, each breath a release,
    In the abyss of silence, I stumbled on serenity.

    So I lingered in darkness, a spectre unseen,
    Where the vestige of silence weaved shadows serene,
    Whispers of sorrow in the cold, hollow air,
    A chilling embrace of despair everywhere.

    In the gloom of the night, where clouds and shadows entwine,
    I discovered the beauty in the stillness, divine.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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