Tag: resilience
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Under the Knife
Have you ever lain there in the pre-dawn darkness, hospital gown twisted around your shoulders like surrender, counting the ceiling tiles because counting keeps the mind from wandering toward the sharp edges of what comes next? This journey explores the profound vulnerability and unexpected strength found in the surgical experience—from the sterile waiting rooms to…
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What Remains
We are the cracks in sidewalks, / hairline fractures spreading through concrete certainty, / where water finds its way / despite the city’s careful planning. / In the spaces nobody wanted, / we learned to bloom sideways, / roots threading through forgotten soil / beneath the weight of others’ expectations.
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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies
Tell me the coffee will be ready in five minutes / when we both know the machine is broken, / tell me the train is only running late / and not that I’ve been standing on the wrong platform / for the better part of my reasonable mind… Tell me these sweet little lies /…
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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…
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Nine Voices: A Connected Journey
In Nine Voices: A Connected Journey, poetic voices converge to explore the fluidity of identity, the beauty of listening, and the silent power of memory. From a baker’s quiet rituals to the dusty echoes of a forgotten trunk, this reflective cycle moves through grief, growth, and the sacred rhythm of becoming. Each piece is a…
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Tomorrow Is a Compass Made of Salt
“Hope is not polite. It barges in with muddy feet and eats all your strawberries.” Life wrestles with doubt, collapse, and resilience in a dialogue that blurs the line between “I” and “You.” The mantra — “The sun will rise tomorrow, and I still have a chance” — becomes a lifeline stitched into surreal metaphors,…
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I Am the Sacrifice: A Confession in Two Parts
In this two-part poetic odyssey, I unravel the raw, unspeakable confessions of sacrifice—first as a lived truth, then as the metaphor I have become. Every stanza breathes the cost of becoming everything for everyone, while quietly losing pieces of myself. This is not surrender—it is survival, told in rhythm and rupture.
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The Ones Who Knew How to Sing (a meditation in birdsong) #NaPoWriMo #24
In a world cluttered with noise and stories, birds remind us that healing doesn’t need a reason, and song doesn’t ask for silence to begin. A lyrical meditation on grief, hope, and the quiet courage of birdsong.
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Resilience Wears Soft Shoes #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
A river of voices—braided into poetry that stumbles, dances, and rises through the silence. A poetic letter to the weary, the hopeful, and those quietly becoming. Resilience here is not loud—it’s soft, steady, sacred.
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A Decision with No Last Name: A Poetic Inquiry into Growth by Choosing Otherwise #poetry
A poetic excavation of a single decision that splintered the mundane and cracked open the soul. In this surreal and emotionally rich piece, I (and perhaps you, too) confront the moment of choosing otherwise — and learn that growth is not linear, not kind, not clean… but inevitable.
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