Tag: vulnerability
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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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The Quiet Companion #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
In the worn leather-bound pages of my journal, I find silence transformed into words—raw, unfiltered, and deeply mine. Between ink and paper, a silent companion holds my fears, dreams, and whispered truths, offering a refuge where my soul can breathe. This is our story—a quiet dialogue of trust, vulnerability, and the unspoken strength found in…
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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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The Quiet Triumph of Staying #QuietMoments
He no longer chases completeness, but learns to honor the spaces where sorrow and grace coexist. In each breath, in each silent ritual, he rediscovers the tenderness that never truly left him. There’s no grand declaration, only the quiet vow to remain open—to pain, to beauty, to life itself.
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The Light That Finds You #poetry
You, who have gathered your scars into a quiet constellation and learned to cradle heartbreak gently, rise again each morning—tired, yes, but stitched with hope. Every breath is a quiet testament that you are still here, still loving, still becoming.
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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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Permission to Be Human: The Validation Station
You are not crazy for talking to the moon, for finding faces in the clouds, for believing that the wind carries messages from the dead… This poetic journey explores the sacred permission to be fully human—to feel deeply, heal slowly, and trust in the magic that lives within our bones.
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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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The Biggest Lie
“The biggest lie of my life was not a betrayal of someone else. It was a betrayal of myself.” “I’m not fine. I’m barely here. I forget what joy feels like. I’m holding myself together with old emails and duct tape.”
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The Friend Who Holds Without Clutching
What do I value most in a friend? Not brilliance, not boldness — but gentleness. The quiet kind, that listens without interrupting, that holds space instead of demanding explanation. This poem is a love letter to those who tend rather than fix, who sit with silence instead of fleeing it. A candle in the storm.…
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