Tag: Personal Growth

  • 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,…

  • Out of Place: A Journey Through Silence and Belonging

    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.

  • What Skill Would I Like to Learn?: An Exploration

    What Skill Would I Like to Learn?: An Exploration

    A deep meditation on the skills that matter beyond practicality—silence, presence, love, forgiveness, and being enough. A free verse poem exploring the art of learning to live fully and authentically.

  • The Architecture of Seven Days #poetry

    The Architecture of Seven Days #poetry

    A contemplative exploration of what it means to live an ideal week: waking with intention, embracing solitude and connection, reflecting through art, mindfulness, and the sacred ordinary. Each day unfolds like a new room in the house of attention, celebrating presence, transformation, and the radical art of being fully awake to one’s own brief, irreplaceable…

  • Through the Wreckage — A Journey from Numbness to Awakening #poetry

    Through the Wreckage — A Journey from Numbness to Awakening #poetry

    This is the story of breaking and becoming. From the first fracture in a seemingly unshakable life, through nights of grief and self-confrontation, to the trembling first steps into the unknown—this four-part narrative takes you on an intimate journey of loss, awakening, and courageous rebirth. Written in shifting perspectives.

  • The Escape Artist: The Light Trilogy

    The Escape Artist: The Light Trilogy

    Behind the mask of metaphor, we disappear into light, You become the hero of your own story—disappear into light… I found you in the margins where my doubts once lived, Now even my shadows learn to disappear into light… You wake before dawn, and the world is still holding its breath. The coffee maker gurgles…

  • July Reading Journey: Four Books to Transform Your Perspective

    July Reading Journey: Four Books to Transform Your Perspective

    This July, I’m embarking on a transformative reading journey through four carefully chosen books that explore love, healing, spirituality, and human resilience. From Gaby Hauptmann’s satirical romance to Gabor Maté’s groundbreaking insights on trauma, these diverse yet connected works promise to challenge assumptions and offer fresh perspectives on what it means to be truly human.

  • Thrum-thrum, thrum-thrum: The Heartbeat of Resilience

    Thrum-thrum, thrum-thrum: The Heartbeat of Resilience

    There is a rhythm beneath the surface of breaking, a percussion that plays when the world crumbles into dust between your fingers and you think this is the end. But listen—can you hear it? Thrum-thrum, thrum-thrum. The heartbeat of resilience drumming against your ribs like a caged bird refusing to surrender song. This profound exploration…

  • Come Home To Your Words

    Come Home To Your Words

    There’s a door I’ve been avoiding, painted white with years of silence, and you know the one I mean— the one that creaks when I approach with trembling fingers wrapped around a pen that’s forgotten how to bleed. I stand before this threshold now, my shadow stretched across the floor like all the words I’ve…