Wish Me Luck
In the bruised hush before sunrise, where last night’s dreams bleed dry,
I step out raw, feet numb to the cold, head held just above the tide–
Every footfall a question, every breath dragged through hope and pride,
Balancing on the edge where longing and regret still collide.
The sky peels back slow, stars scattered like promises gone thin,
Silence gnaws at the ribcage, heart knocking from within.
Whispers cling to every shadow, secrets kept and stories spun,
Doubt twines around the ankles, a battle that’s never won.
Wish me luck as I walk this fracture,
Storms ahead and nothing certain but the break of morning’s rapture.
In the liminal hush where fears reside,
Wish me something stronger than pride.
Through twisted corridors of time, where memory and shadow sway,
I scrape for a splinter of light to punch a hole in the gray–
Every heartbeat a small rebellion,
A silent plea to the coming day.
The wind shifts, carrying the past–
Paths fork and splinter, nothing meant to last.
Echoes of laughter burn in the back of my mind,
Tears left behind, but the ache’s still defined.
Down valleys where doubt hunts,
In the marrow where secrets don’t sleep,
I press on, haunted by what’s lost but not yet ready to weep.
The night’s embrace is thick, stars flicker their warnings–
Still, I search for the shape of a future,
And keep moving through unfinished mornings.
Wish me luck as I let go of the ground,
Into the unknown, where old ghosts circle round.
Let twilight burn on my face, let courage catch in my breath,
Wish me luck as I stand in the jaws of the day–
And walk through the shadows,
Daring fate not to look away.