Ciphers 

You met like a match in a forest of snow,

He melted your edge, but was gone with the glow,

You offered a fire he couldn’t sustain,

It flickered, then folded, too tender for flame.

He left you a riddle, that taught you to grow,

A bruise in your chest, that maps where to go,

It pushes you forward, you learn how to steer,

He was the mirror that came here to clear.

Some come as a ciphers, not built to remain,

They sharpen your silence, that carves you from pain,

Perhaps his presence was never the goal,

But only to trigger the rise of your soul.

Cathrine Hottran 2025