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Choosing Myself First, and Finding the Shape of My Life
Choosing myself was never an act of abandonment, but a return. A slow, deliberate remembering of where my voice lived, how my spirit breathed, and why wholeness mattered more than approval. This poem traces that inward turn—from depletion to grounded clarity—until the self becomes a steady place to stand and meet the wider universe. #ChooseYourself…
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The Lesson That Wasn’t on the Timetable
The most useful thing I learned did not come from a classroom or a curriculum. It arrived quietly—through stillness, loss, unlearning, and the slow realization that life is not meant to be mastered, only listened to. This poem traces an inner journey from structured certainty to spacious awareness, where nature, time, and the cosmos become…
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A Letter to a Version of Me That No Longer Exists
This poem unfolds as a quiet letter written across time—to a self that once believed in fixed paths and permanent answers. Moving from intimate memory to cosmic awareness, it reflects on loss, transformation, and the tenderness of becoming. A meditation on how past selves do not disappear, but dissolve into the matter that shapes who…
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What My Silence Would Say If It Could Speak: When Silence Learns to Speak
What if silence was never empty—only patient? In this intimate free-verse journey, silence becomes a living presence: listening, remembering, forgiving, and slowly widening into cosmic awareness. Moving from the unsaid within the self to the vast quiet of the universe, this poem explores how stillness carries truth, how restraint shapes identity, and how silence, when…
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A Routine I Didn’t Know I Needed
It didn’t arrive with urgency or instruction, but as a soft insistence— a rhythm that asked not for change, but for attention. Somewhere between light on the floor and breath in the body, a routine revealed itself, not as repetition, but as a way of returning to what was always listening. #PebbleGalaxy #FreeVersePoetry #InnerJourney #MindfulLiving…
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When the Path Finally Breathes Back
A long season of waiting gives way to listening, and creation becomes an act of remembrance. As the creative soul is gently cultivated, a path once demanded reveals itself—slowly, faithfully—under each attentive step, opening from an intimate inner awakening into a wider cosmic belonging. #CreativeSoul #InnerJourney #ReflectivePoetry #PathOfBecoming #PebbleGalaxy
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The Moment I Realised I Had Changed When I Noticed the Shape of Myself Had Shifted
The moment I realized I had changed was not when I felt stronger, but when I felt less afraid of being small. Less afraid of not knowing. Less afraid of being seen mid-process, unfinished, still tender. #InnerTransformation #Becoming #FreeVersePoetry #CosmicReflection #PebbleGalaxy
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If My Inner Critic Had a Name
If my inner critic had a name, it would be Pebble—small enough to ignore, heavy enough to alter my gait. It never shouts. It measures. It waits. And for years, I mistook its weight for truth. #FreeVersePoetry #InnerLandscape #PhilosophicalWriting #SelfInquiry #PebbleGalaxy
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A Compliment I Never Forgot
I was not looking for it. That matters. The compliment arrived the way dew does—already there when I noticed the morning. It didn’t praise my voice or crown my certainty; it named my patience with mystery, and in doing so, rearranged how I remembered myself. #FreeVerse #ReflectivePoetry #ListeningAsArt #InnerCosmos #PebbleGalaxy
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What Your Weekends Teach You About Yourself
When the noise of the week fades, weekends quietly reveal who we are beneath obligation. In unstructured hours, our habits, hungers, and silences speak—offering an unedited glimpse into how we spend our attention, relate to rest, and orbit meaning in a vast, indifferent universe. #WeekendWisdom #InnerJourney #AttentionAndTime #QuietReflections #PebbleGalaxy
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