Tag: identity
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Three Cards, One Deck of Breath: Three Cards I Carried Until I Learned to Let Them Go
I carried three cards in my pocket— Hero for the days I needed light, Victim for the nights that asked me to endure, Villain when fear mistook itself for power. Only when I placed them on the earth did I learn how to stand without a role, under a sky that needs no masks. #InnerJourney…
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Writing My Own Script (or, the Long Way Out of the Loop): A Life Beyond Repetition
I no longer rush to name who I am. I let the question breathe. Some days I am quiet water, some days a fire learning restraint, some days the soil that holds everything without being seen. I am learning that life is not meant to be recycled endlessly, but composted— broken down into something truer,…
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The Folly of the Endless Mirror
We bend ourselves into reflections, hoping to be loved by every gaze. But the soul was never meant to shine in all directions. It was meant to root, to burn true, and to become whole by refusing the endless mirror. A contemplative poetic journey through selfhood, identity, and the quiet courage of choosing authenticity over…
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The Constellations That Raised Me
The biggest influences in my life did not arrive as declarations or doctrines, but as quiet forces—hands that steadied, silences that taught, books that widened the mind, and stars that placed my smallness into a gentler perspective. Shaped by people, pain, nature, and time itself, this poem traces an intimate inner journey that slowly opens…
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The Place That Knows My Name
There is a place I return to without moving, a shoreline of memory where waves are made of voices and unfinished prayers. It is not on any map, yet it waits beneath my breathing, a quiet country of light and salt that keeps remembering me. #Poetry #FreeVerse #SpokenWord #EmotionalPoetry #FavoritePlace #InnerJourney #Nostalgia #TravelPoetry #Memory #ModernPoetry
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Share Five Things I’m Good At
I’m good at listening. Not the kind that fills silence with words, but the kind that holds space— quiet as the pause between heartbeats, soft as a shadow folding itself beneath the sky.I listen to what is spoken, and more to what blooms in the stillness— the breath unsaid, the tremor beneath phrase, the fragile…
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The Unwritten Lesson: The Art of Listening #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
How learning to truly listen outside the walls of school shaped their sense of self. Through moments of silence, observation, and unseen understanding, they discover that every sound, pause, and unspoken feeling is part of a larger conversation with life itself—a lifelong lesson in awareness, humility, and becoming. #FreeVerse #PoetryOfLife #PersonalGrowth #MindfulLiving #LifeLessons #SelfDiscovery #Empathy…
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Habits That Reflect Me Without Me in the Picture #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
In the silence after I leave the room, my habits keep speaking for me — the clean desk, the folded towel, the shoes in their place. Each quiet act echoes a truth: that the smallest routines reveal more of my soul than any photograph ever could. #Poetry #MindfulLiving #HabitsAndPersonality #IntrospectiveWriting #MinimalistPoetry #HumanEssence #PoeticReflections #LifeThroughDetails #PoetryOfHabits
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What Would I Do If I Lost All My Possessions?: When Nothing Is Mine
What remains when all possessions vanish — tracing the quiet beauty, fear, and freedom that emerge from complete loss. Let’s unravel the meaning of ownership, identity, and inner awakening in the void of material things. #Poetry #Minimalism #Mindfulness #SelfDiscovery #SpiritualAwakening #LettingGo #PoeticReflection #InnerPeace #LifeLessons
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Out of Place: A Journey Through Silence and Belonging
I have stood at crowded tables and felt like silence itself, wandered through cities where every sign was a puzzle, and smiled half a beat too late in rooms of familiar laughter. This poem is a journey through those moments of not-belonging—where being out of place became the first step toward finding home within myself.
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