Tag: InnerJourneys
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The Object That Learned the Shape of Me
I keep it in the lowest drawer, beneath expired warranties and forgotten manuals—not because it is useful, but because it remembers me. This poem traces the quiet life of an object that refused to be discarded, becoming a witness to change, loss, endurance, and the strange way memory settles into the ordinary. What begins as…
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A Conversation I Still Replay in My Head: The Conversation That Never Learned to End #WriteAPageADay
Some conversations do not end when the voices fall silent. They linger like heat in stone after sunset, replaying themselves in the quiet hours, reshaping who we are each time we listen again. This poem traces one such exchange—intimate, unfinished, and slowly expanding into a meditation on memory, gravity, and the vastness that listens back.…
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