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My rebellion is stillness— the art of staying, of witnessing, of refusing to become what tried to unmake me. #quotes

submitted 43 days ago • 0 comments

I’ve always been told I’m too sensitive. Sensitivity, to me, is emotional intelligence—awareness, perception. I notice what others miss: the mood, the microchange, the unspoken. It’s not fragility. It’s precision. It’s design. You are not too much. You are attuned. #poetry

submitted 65 days ago • 0 comments

In gilded cages, they sing songs of gold; outside, debt waits with an open palm.

submitted 65 days ago • 0 comments

To bear witness is to bleed. To care is to carve a space inside yourself for sorrow, to inhale grief and call it survival.

submitted 85 days ago • 0 comments

You remain in the architecture of me- pillars in my bones, breath in the halls of my ribs.

submitted 93 days ago • 0 comments

They build altars from the bones of the broken, dressed in mercy. I think of those before, if they watched the light dim and called it fate. They take, leaving ruin, and I’ve stopped screaming. Not out of peace, but knowing no one listens. Yet, I remain. Survival is defiance. #poetry

submitted 93 days ago • 0 comments

I exist in fragments, scattered between what was, what is, and what will never be.

submitted 137 days ago • 1 comment

Some days, the weight of the past feels unbearable. The wounds are deep, the shards sharp. But then the sun rises, and light finds its way through, transforming pain into beauty. I never thought I’d feel whole again, but the colors in the cracks are mine now. And that’s enough. #poetry #healing

submitted 147 days ago • 1 comment

I hoped writing could preserve the parts of them I was losing, crafting poetic worlds to hold onto something. Yet, grief’s voice is louder. Despite my verses, some silences are too heavy to cage. Now, echoes of everything slipping away are all I hear. #poetry #grief

submitted 170 days ago • 0 comments

I wish our humans could have danced upon Earth; the way our souls frolic throughout the Universe.

submitted 170 days ago • 0 comments

The gravity of grief— I don't know how to tell people how I am. On the surface, I appear well, but inside, I'm caught between being too much and feeling like nothing at all. So I write, hoping they might finally see the weight of grief I carry and the void I drift through. #poetry #grief

submitted 178 days ago • 29 comments

I wonder if they know how lucky they are, not to have to love you from afar.

submitted 183 days ago • 1 comment

To everyone who has ever hurt me: The fractures in my past weren't weaknesses-they were thresholds. I stepped through each, not in defeat but in quiet rebellion. The remnants of who I was no longer bind me. I've built something new, forged in the spaces you tried to shatter. #poetry

submitted 183 days ago • 0 comments

Death taps politely on the walls of my world, but l hear the creak of its steps-always nearer, always taking the ones I love. Yet, in its approach, a silent confidant— a companion to the grief I know so well. #poetry #grief

submitted 193 days ago • 1 comment