Tag: Self-reflection
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Three Cards, One Deck of Breath: Three Cards I Carried Until I Learned to Let Them Go
I carried three cards in my pocket— Hero for the days I needed light, Victim for the nights that asked me to endure, Villain when fear mistook itself for power. Only when I placed them on the earth did I learn how to stand without a role, under a sky that needs no masks. #InnerJourney…
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The Colleges That Taught Me Without Walls
Some lessons arrived without classrooms— the sky teaching patience, silence teaching depth, and loss opening rooms I did not know my heart could hold. I studied everywhere, and the universe kept the record. #lifelonglearning #innerjourney #freeversepoetry #cosmicawareness #pebblegalaxy
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The Constellations That Raised Me
The biggest influences in my life did not arrive as declarations or doctrines, but as quiet forces—hands that steadied, silences that taught, books that widened the mind, and stars that placed my smallness into a gentler perspective. Shaped by people, pain, nature, and time itself, this poem traces an intimate inner journey that slowly opens…
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Share Five Things I’m Good At
I’m good at listening. Not the kind that fills silence with words, but the kind that holds space— quiet as the pause between heartbeats, soft as a shadow folding itself beneath the sky.I listen to what is spoken, and more to what blooms in the stillness— the breath unsaid, the tremor beneath phrase, the fragile…
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What Is One Thing I Would Change About Myself?
I have often asked the question with trembling lips, as if the act of asking might scatter the fragile architecture I have built around my being—a cathedral of memories, mistakes, half-lit confessions, and unfinished prayers that hum quietly under my skin. What would I change, if I were given the power to rewrite the gravity…
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If I Could Relive One Ordinary Day #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
Some days don’t sparkle, they simply breathe— a morning without alarms, tea steaming in slow companionship, a city waking in the distance, and silence filling the spaces between minutes. If I could relive one ordinary day, it would be the one that never tried to be special— the one that simply was. #FreeVerse #PoetryOfLife #OrdinaryMoments…
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Habits That Reflect Me Without Me in the Picture #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
In the silence after I leave the room, my habits keep speaking for me — the clean desk, the folded towel, the shoes in their place. Each quiet act echoes a truth: that the smallest routines reveal more of my soul than any photograph ever could. #Poetry #MindfulLiving #HabitsAndPersonality #IntrospectiveWriting #MinimalistPoetry #HumanEssence #PoeticReflections #LifeThroughDetails #PoetryOfHabits
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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…
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What Brands Do You Associate With?
An exploration of how brands intertwine with our memories, emotions, and identities—inviting deep introspection on what we truly choose to become beyond commerce.
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Threshold of White: A Poem for Wiping the Slate Clean
Standing at the threshold between what was and what can be, the poem journeys through forgiveness, reflection, and intention—urging the reader to embrace the purity and stability of white, to wipe the slate clean, and to cross into their most radiant chapter, where every day’s color teaches us to root in presence before reaching for…
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