A poem about what remains after everything burns away—the idea that even when we lose the softest parts of ourselves, something stronger and unbreakable survives.
What Survives the Fire
They told us we would burn—
and we did.
Not all at once.
Not clean.
Piece by piece—
the soft parts first,
the trusting parts,
the names we used when we still believed
someone would answer.
But something stayed.
Something ugly and bright
and impossible to kill.
And now when they look at us
they don’t see ashes—
they see what fire couldn’t take.
A poem about the fear of being truly seen and understood, and how vulnerability can feel more dangerous than isolation.
The Quiet Violence of Being Seen
You looked at me
like you understood—
and that was the worst part.
Because I did not come here
to be known.
I built this carefully:
the distance,
the version of myself
that survives introductions.
But you—
you stepped past all of it
like it wasn’t real.
And now I have to decide
which is more dangerous—
being alone,
or being understood.
A poem about how we learn to hide pain and function through it, turning survival into something that looks like strength from the outside.
We Learned to Smile Like This
We learned to smile
with our teeth closed.
To say “I’m fine”
in a voice that didn’t shake.
To carry whole storms
in the space between two breaths
and call it normal.
Nobody taught us how to break—
so we didn’t.
We adapted.
Turned pain into posture,
into timing,
into something that almost looks like grace.
And now people call us strong
like it didn’t cost anything.
There Is a Version of Us That Wins
Not the loud one.
Not the one they write stories about.
The quiet one.
The one who kept going
when no one was watching,
when nothing changed,
when it would have been easier
to disappear.
That version of us
is still moving.
Still choosing.
Still here.
And one day—
without warning—
that will be the version
that wins.
Not every truth arrives loud.
Some of it waits—quiet, patient—until you’re finally ready to hear it.
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