Tag: Inner Conflict
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The Weight of Choices #poetry
I am the architect of half my ruins, and you know this feeling too—the way your hands shake when you hold the blueprint of your own destruction… But the other half carries the weight of inherited ghosts, the echo of choices we were too young to understand, too small to influence, too unborn to prevent.
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Left Turn
At the intersection, I could go right and head home— but turning left would take me into a story that didn’t want to be safe, into a version of me not yet born. I turned left— and everything familiar dissolved into wonder.
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The Biggest Lie
“The biggest lie of my life was not a betrayal of someone else. It was a betrayal of myself.” “I’m not fine. I’m barely here. I forget what joy feels like. I’m holding myself together with old emails and duct tape.”
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The Aftertaste of Triumph: A Reflection on Fulfillment #WriteAPageADay #725
Three victories. Three symphonies. And yet, I remain undone—a conqueror and captive, seeker and settler, alive in the unfiltered ache of existence. This is how triumph tastes when the echoes of longing refuse to fade.
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