SAM Ruh · Poetry

Words from Within

Unfiltered. Unfinished. Unapologetically real.

Poem One

Every Soul

I · The Passing

I meet people every day,
on days at work and also on holidays,
on the open streets and within closed doors,
some superficial, some I know to their core.

We pass each other, as we come and go,
never wondering about, what lies below,
just a face, a name, a role that they play,
another soul we brush along the way.

II · The Question

But have you really thought, have you thought deep,
each one of us is special, a precious keep?
When you know someone, when you spend the time,
it's about them as a whole, their deeds and their crime.

Beneath the surface lies a life unseen,
a heart that has loved, a soul that has been,
through storms and stillness, through loss and light,
a whole universe living out of our sight.

III · The Making

God made each one with the finest care,
a unique spirit beyond compare,
no two the same on this entire earth,
each soul a masterpiece from its birth.

The more you know them, the more you find,
that every ordinary person is one of a kind,
their laugh, their struggle, their distinct pace,
a world of their own existing behind their face.

IV · The Seeing

You get to love them, you begin to see,
how rare they are, how they were meant to be,
so look a little longer, stay a little more,
there is always something precious we might miss of their core.

Every soul that walks this earth today,
was made with intention,
and God made them that way.

Poem Two

The Woe Within

I · The Arrival

There is a woe within me, that lives forever,
I try to kill it, but it dies never,
it rises out of nowhere, when I hardly expect,
and takes everything over, this I suspect.

It needs no invitation, no reason, no door,
it just shows up and settles comfortably on the floor,
on ordinary days, in ordinary hours,
it arrives without warning, and me, it devours.

II · The Hold

It covers me up and it holds me tight,
like a mother would a child on a chilly night,
it fills me deep, deeper than I think I am,
it makes me feel complete, this is not a sham.

No exit, no window, no crack in the wall,
it doesn't just visit, it swallows me as a whole,
I reach for the light, I search for a way,
but it dims every lamp and it orders me to stay.

III · The Fight

So I fight it,
and then I lose.
I fight it again,
and then again I bruise.

I learn how to stand,
then it pulls me down,
I learn how to breathe,
then it makes me drown.

But I keep getting up,
every single time,
battered and weary,
but still in my prime.

IV · The Returning

I keep learning and relearning to fight and stay alive,
it creeps back in, but still I survive,
I will keep doing this, keep trying too hard,
carrying my bruises, carrying my scars.

V · The Promise

Until one day this woe,
that has lived in me long,
will meet a version of me,
powerful with her own song.

I will have fought too many times,
learned too much pain,
and what once consumed me,
will not dare to rise again.

Until then I will carry it,
until then I will try,
not to merely survive it,
but to look it in the eye.

And one day, I will win, this is my hope,
my anchor, my whisper, my reason to cope.

Poem Three

A Relationship Like No Other

I · The Wish

I wish I had a relationship like no one ever had,
something that brought me happiness and something that made me sad.
Something stronger than any movie I have ever seen,
something so unique, something that has never been.

A love so deep it had no ceiling and no floor,
that made me feel so full, yet always left me wanting for more.
The kind that holds you when the night grows long and deep,
the kind that stays beside you even after you have fallen asleep.

II · The Sister

A sister so close, she is my very best friend,
the one who knows my story from the beginning to its end.
Who holds my secrets gently and still chooses my side,
who loves all my broken pieces with absolutely nothing to hide.

III · The Brother

A brother so brave he would never rest,
who would step in front of me and take on the rest.
Who would fight my battles without being asked to fight,
who would be my shield through the darkest of nights.

IV · The Mother

A mother whose love knew no boundary and no bound,
the safest and the softest place that I have ever found.
Who kissed away the fear and healed every hurt I knew,
whose love was so enormous the whole world could fit through.

V · The Father

A father whose presence filled every single room,
whose voice alone was enough to scatter any gloom.
Whose hands were the shelter I ran to every time,
whose belief in me made me feel like I could climb.

VI · The Lover

Then a lover who loved like no one has loved before,
who chose me every single day and kept choosing me some more.
Who looked at all my edges and still wanted to stay,
who made ordinary moments feel extraordinary each day.

VII · The Child

And a child who loved the way that only children can,
with arms wide open, trusting every word and every plan.
Who believed in me completely without needing any proof,
whose love was the purest thing, the softest, and the truth.

VIII · The Carrying

I have wished for all of this, in silence and out loud,
I have looked for it in faces and in every passing crowd.
I have found it in small moments and in hands that held me near,
in voices that have called my name and made it all feel clear.

Maybe I have had it, piece by piece, in parts,
in the ones who loved me fully with their whole and fragile hearts.
Maybe every wish I carry is a love I've already known,
every longing just a memory of seeds already sown.

But if not all of it was mine, if some of it passed me by,
if some of it left too early underneath a quiet sky,
I carry it still, in everything I am and hope to be,
the love I wished for shaped me into me.

And one day, I believe, every piece will find its place,
and every love I ever wished for I will meet face to face.
In a life beyond this longing, in a world beyond this pain,
where every love that left me will return to me again.