Sean DeLaney

“You’ve become your own cage,
bars forged from fears you once called armor,
now rusted, bleeding into the veins of your dreams.
Each step is tethered to the weight of who you were,
but that old skin no longer fits your bones.


Look down—
your shadow clings like a desperate lover,
begging you to stay.
But beyond the edge, the wind whispers
of freedom,
of shedding this worn-out shell.”
― Sean Delaney

“Hold me,
touch my soul
without words, without hands—
just linger here,
if only for a moment,
with your presence.”
― Sean Delaney