Èlara Veyne

30/08/2026

INTACT

Today
I left flowers
at the coordinates
of your absence.

Then took a stroll
among the bones.

The earth
kept its silence.

I left
with the distance
intact.

27/08/2026

02/05/2026

Unfound

Silence
holds.
No body
to bear it.

Self -
a missing weight,

unfound
where even absence
fails to answer.

I am still looking.
Not for what was lost,
but what was never
known.

25/04/2026

Chrysalis

With her thoughts
wrapped in velvet,

she stepped
out of her self-conscious chrysalis,

softly armed
with herself.

- Èlara Veyne

14/04/2026

Bounce Back Blues

When I stumble through the doorway
Of another messy day,
I trip over all my worries
And spring back into play.

I shake the dust off my ambition,
Straighten out my tilted crown.
Yeah, I crash like it’s tradition,
But I never stay down.

When doubt starts humming softly
Like a song I didn’t choose,
I flip the beat, remix the moment,
Turn those blues into a muse.

And if life throws a plot twist,
Aimed to knock me off my track,
Oh, I bend, I crack, I laugh,
But I always bounce back.

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12/04/2026

Stitched

I walk the alley
in a body
stitched to the earth
by gravity.

I hear nothing.
Around me,
faceless people
hurry nowhere.

I do not know
how to stop,
so I keep going
until the end
finds me.

- Èlara Veyne

10/04/2026

Dance Recall

“Come back, girl.
You’re too far from the shore.”

But she has already gone
past the language of return.

Out here,
there is no edge,
only a widening
that forgets to stop.

Her name loosens.
Her body follows.

“Aren’t you afraid
you won’t find your way back?”

But fear requires a centre,
and hers has gone quiet.

She is still moving,
but not towards anything,
just away,
in outward circles.

Then
- from somewhere not yet dead
a pulse.

From within.

A pattern she almost forgot.

Not joy.
Not hope.

Just movement
that still belongs to her.

Return, it says,
not to land,
not to safety,

but to the body
that can still remember
how to move.

Return
to your dance.

-Èlara Veyne

10/04/2026

Meta: I Am Not the Thought

I used to be the thought I couldn’t still,
a voice that bent me softly to its will.
Each feeling came like weather I obeyed,
no space to choose - just patterns I replayed.

Then I found distance. Not to turn away,
but just enough to see it lose its sway.
A quiet witness, standing at my side,
not cold or numb - just no longer inside.

It saw the surge before it took control,
named every tremor moving through the soul.
Not “I am fear,” but “fear is passing through”
and with that shift, another ending grew.

The mind still speaks, I do not take its name.
Its old commands no longer play their game.
I feel it fully, but I do not fall.
Not every voice inside is mine at all.

Thought and feeling meet, but do not bind.
One stirs the heart, one steadies the mind.
And in that space, where both are understood,
I stand, self-possessed, no longer subdued.

- Èlara Veyne

01/04/2026

Containment

The air alters
when you enter.

Nothing visible,
just a shift -
a live wire
drawn thin.

Something keeps catching fire,
and neither of us moves.

Not fear.
Not restraint.

Just that dangerous ache
of staying still
long enough
to feel it.