KASIA DOMINIK

 

 

Insomnia

 

The night hums softly, but my mind will not rest.

Thoughts flicker like moths against a sleepless lamp.

The clock breathes louder than my heart.

I count the stars, then count my fears.

Dreams wait behind a door I cannot find.

My pillow knows the weight of all my doubts.

Outside, the world sleeps — careless, serene.

Inside, the silence burns like a fever.

If dawn would come, it might forgive me.

But I am still awake, trapped in my own hours.

Kasia Dominik ©

 

Imperfection

 

My hands tremble when they reach for truth.

The mirror forgives, but only a little.

Cracks run through my smile like old glass.

I am stitched together with hope and regret.

Beauty limps, but still walks beside me.

I fall often, and rise not as tall.

Yet in the dust, I find my reflection kinder.

Flaws sing songs that perfection cannot hear.

Every scar a verse in a quiet hymn.

I am broken, but never silent.

Kasia Dominik ©

 

Will To Live

 

The world bruises, but I bloom anyway.

Each morning, I gather my breath like treasure.

Light spills through the cracks of yesterday.

Pain is only proof that I am still here.

I chase the wind, even when it runs faster.

My heart limps, but it dances still.

Hope sleeps lightly in my chest, never gone.

I drink from the sky, even when it rains.

There is joy hiding under every ache.

And I — I am not done living yet.

Kasia Dominik ©

 

KASIA DOMINIK