Tag: Self-Discovery
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The Call Beyond Silence #poetry
This is not just a poem—it is a call. A whisper to those who know they are more than their routines, more than the fear that cages them. It is an invitation to return to the playful, spiritual being within, to feel the heartbeat of the earth, to see the colours of thought in strangers’…
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The Revolution of Pausing: The Pause That Changes Everything #poetry
There comes a moment- perhaps in the space between one breath and the next, perhaps in the silence after hanging up the phone—when we finally stop. Not the stopping of exhaustion, but the stopping of choice, the radical act of saying: I will not move forward until I know why I’m moving, until I remember…
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The Archaeology of Self: Excavating the Self #poetry
Who am I? The question echoes in forgotten chambers, and we dig through layers of conditioning, through the fossil remains of abandoned dreams, searching not for an answer, but for the thread that binds us to everything that is.
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The Geography of Lost #poetry
Lost is not a place on any map; it is the space between who we were and who we’re becoming—a liminal landscape where familiar landmarks dissolve and new ones haven’t yet formed. Here, in this geography of uncertainty, we confront questions with no easy answers and find courage in the unknown.
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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.
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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…
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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…
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When Silence Speaks Louder
In the cathedral of unspoken words, where echoes gather like dust on windowsills, I trace the outline of your absence with fingertips that remember the geography of your skin. The house breathes differently now—each room a vessel holding the weight of conversations we will never have…
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If You Had to Change Your Name, What Would Your New Name Be?
What is a name but a thread through time? If I had to change mine, I would seek not a label— but a mirror reflecting the truest me.
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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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