Tag: Healing

  • The Year I Began Again: What Positive Events Have Taken Place in My Life Over the Past Year?

    The Year I Began Again: What Positive Events Have Taken Place in My Life Over the Past Year?

    I didn’t find miracles this year— only pauses that felt like prayers, light resting softly on walls, and moments so ordinary they turned into grace. #FreeVersePoetry #HealingThroughWords #YearInReflection #PersonalGrowth #MindfulLiving #GratitudeJourney #PoeticReflection #SelfDiscovery #InnerPeace #TransformationPoetry

  • When Feelings Learn to Breathe Quietly

    When Feelings Learn to Breathe Quietly

    A deeply introspective free-verse poem about love, loss, and the quiet endurance of emotions that never truly leave us. It explores how feelings evolve — from raw ache to gentle rhythm — finding peace not in forgetting, but in remembering without pain. #FreeVersePoetry #EmotiveWriting #QuietHealing #UnspokenLove #PoetryOfTheSoul #InnerPeace #EmotionalJourney #HealingThroughWords #ResilientHeart #TimelessFeelings #Poetry #Feelings

  • The Hardest Goodbye: Lessons from Losing What Stayed Within #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    The Hardest Goodbye: Lessons from Losing What Stayed Within #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    A quiet meditation on parting, this free verse poem explores how the hardest goodbye isn’t always to a person—but to the version of ourselves that existed beside them. As grief softens into understanding, the poem unfolds as a journey from silence to self-acceptance, revealing how love, even in farewell, continues to teach us how to…

  • The Anatomy of Quiet Things

    The Anatomy of Quiet Things

    A contemplative journey through dawns, silences, and the tender weight of memory. This poem unravels solitude one breath at a time—where words become bridges, faces linger in dreams, and each day ends the way it begins: in quiet promise. #PoetryOfSilence #IntrospectiveVerse #WritersSoul #EmotionalPoetry #ContemplativeWriting #ModernPoetry #DeepThoughts #CreativeJourney #PoeticReflection #TheAnatomyOfQuietThings

  • In the Shadow of Stillness: Highlights from My Autobiography I Would Like to Mention #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    In the Shadow of Stillness: Highlights from My Autobiography I Would Like to Mention #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    Even scars become lanterns when you choose their quiet light, and acceptance is no thunderous arrival— but the soft dust settling after a storm.Sometimes survival is small: a meal alone without apology, an evening listening to rain spindle against glass— where darkness is not punishment, but presence, an invitation to know the self beneath all…

  • The Weight of Letting Go

    The Weight of Letting Go

    Sometimes, letting go hurts— but that ache is the echo of love’s truth. It means my heart dared to care, to bloom even in impossible soil. Not all things are meant to stay— some arrive only to awaken me, to remind me that even endings are just beginnings disguised as pain. And when I finally…

  • Instructions on Not Giving Up

    Instructions on Not Giving Up

    In this intimate bop poem, I wrestle with the quiet weariness of everyday survival—when hope feels faint, and strength seems forgotten. Yet with each refrain, the heart keeps beating, reminding me that persistence is its own kind of grace. “Instructions on Not Giving Up” is a lyrical prayer for beginning again, tenderly teaching us that…

  • The Taste of Forever: Salt and Silence

    The Taste of Forever: Salt and Silence

    A single grain of salt—so small, so harmless it seemed—yet it changed the flavor of life forever. In this long poetic journey, sweetness meets sorrow, love meets loss, and memory lingers like the aftertaste of something once perfect. There are times when not bitterness, but its absence, steals the taste of life. This is a…

  • In the Quiet Hours: An Ode to My Chosen Pastime

    In the Quiet Hours: An Ode to My Chosen Pastime

    When the world quiets and distractions fall away, I turn to my chosen ritual—the act of writing. In the gentle hush, words bloom not simply as pastime but as presence: a ceremony of ink, memory, and self-discovery, where each line connects me deeper to the world and to my own unfolding story. #Poetry #Hobby #WritingLife…

  • When I Changed My Mind About Strength

    When I Changed My Mind About Strength

    We grow up believing that strength means silence, achievement means exhaustion, and healing means forgetting. But there comes a moment when life whispers otherwise—when you realize that softness can be power, forgiveness can be freedom, and changing your mind is the bravest act of all. This introspective free verse explores the tender evolution of belief,…