` fractured `
I am but a fractured spirit, a warrior amidst the ruins of a life once vivid and whole. Lately, my ponderance reveals a world that I once knew has now drifted into a distant isolation.
The year of anew has summoned a different awakened fatigue, a drain with an unseen weight that now erodes the bonds with all that once mattered. Within this shadowed isolation, I find my sanity quietly devouring, with fragments scattered by illusions of my own making.
In those unguarded moments of insecurity, the apparition of my own end ascends with a cruel uncertainty, disturbing the way I yearn to be. I crave nothing more than to resurrect the man I once knew, a warrior of unyielding strength, passion and resilience. Somewhere, in the endless tides of time, that self worth was been faulted, leaving behind a weakened soul and a tired old man.
This merciless aging thing, has been far from a graceful progression, it's just been a bitter reminder of a lost youth, the contradictory refrain of a life that has strayed from its intended purpose.
Now, but a fractured spirit, a warrior amidst the ruins of a life once vivid and whole.
— a poet
29 May 2025
Artist Credits © Nicholas Chan
Hong Kong
"Anatomy of the Fractured Mind"
(2023)
Painting, Acrylic on Canvas
Source: Saatchi Art
[THOUGHTS]
What echoes within the corridors of your own journey? Have you felt the cold mastery of time over your spirit, or perhaps the fleeting warmth of a once celebrated essence?
Often, the raw edges of our truths serve as the stepping stones towards rediscovering who we might yet become.
[INSPIRATION]
"Among the ruins of a once vivid soul, even a fractured spirit can hear the quiet murmur of its ancient warrior, a tender ember that defies decay and kindles the promise of rebirth."
— James N McManus
The year of anew has summoned a different awakened fatigue, a drain with an unseen weight that now erodes the bonds with all that once mattered. Within this shadowed isolation, I find my sanity quietly devouring, with fragments scattered by illusions of my own making.
In those unguarded moments of insecurity, the apparition of my own end ascends with a cruel uncertainty, disturbing the way I yearn to be. I crave nothing more than to resurrect the man I once knew, a warrior of unyielding strength, passion and resilience. Somewhere, in the endless tides of time, that self worth was been faulted, leaving behind a weakened soul and a tired old man.
This merciless aging thing, has been far from a graceful progression, it's just been a bitter reminder of a lost youth, the contradictory refrain of a life that has strayed from its intended purpose.
Now, but a fractured spirit, a warrior amidst the ruins of a life once vivid and whole.
— a poet
29 May 2025
Artist Credits © Nicholas Chan
Hong Kong
"Anatomy of the Fractured Mind"
(2023)
Painting, Acrylic on Canvas
Source: Saatchi Art
[THOUGHTS]
What echoes within the corridors of your own journey? Have you felt the cold mastery of time over your spirit, or perhaps the fleeting warmth of a once celebrated essence?
Often, the raw edges of our truths serve as the stepping stones towards rediscovering who we might yet become.
[INSPIRATION]
"Among the ruins of a once vivid soul, even a fractured spirit can hear the quiet murmur of its ancient warrior, a tender ember that defies decay and kindles the promise of rebirth."
— James N McManus
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