The day my mother died, the world went quiet. Not in sound, but in meaning. I’m still clawing my way through that silence. #poetry

The ache didn’t leave when I said no.
It just stopped knocking.
Now it waits on the shelf—
with everything else I couldn’t return.
No title. No spine. Just presence. #poetry

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

#quotes

Thank you, I am happy it reached and connected with you 🖤

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

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

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

Thank you lovely- finally made it to flashes 🥰

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

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

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

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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

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

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

I’ve always found it hard to express my feelings in conversation, which is why I turn to writing. Thank you for taking the time to read my words—I truly appreciate it. I’m deeply sorry for your loss.

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I’m so sorry to hear you’re struggling. Trauma and loss can take a toll on both our minds and bodies in ways we don’t always expect. I truly hope you have people around you who can offer support and comfort during this time.

Thank you and for taking the time to read it.

I’d like to think in time we will remember them without the intense pain feeling 🖤

I am sorry that you’ve experienced such loss and hope you find some peace.

Thank you for sharing this. Grief really does become a companion over time. It shapes us and teaches us to find moments of peace alongside the pain.

Thank you for taking the time to read.

Thank you, I really like your name 😅

I am so sorry for your loss 🖤

You’re absolutely right—grief and joy are deeply connected. Without grief, we might not fully appreciate the depth and beauty of joy. Thank you for sharing that perspective.

Thank you 🙏🏼

You’re right, just happened recently so navigating it all. I hope to remember the good times soon 🖤

Thank you 🖤