Being real is not a spotlight’s claim,Not polished words or perfect name.It’s showing up with edges still unfiled,A little weathered, honest, uncompiled. It’s speaking truth when silence would be ease,Or letting go of needing to appease.It’s standing barefoot in what you feel,No mask to soften what is real. It’s laughing when the timing isn’t right,Or … Continue reading Poem: Being Real
The Different Meanings of Hiding in Dreams
Hiding in dreams is a powerful and often emotionally charged experience that can leave a lasting impression long after waking. These dreams are rarely random; instead, they tend to reflect deeper psychological states, unresolved emotions, or current life challenges. Whether you’re hiding from someone, something, or even yourself, the context and feeling of the dream … Continue reading The Different Meanings of Hiding in Dreams
Poem: New beginings
At the edge of a turning world, it begins—not with thunder, but a quiet shift in light.Morning stretches a little wider,breathing gold into corners once held by gray. The air feels different on your skin,like a promise you can’t quite name.Branches, once bare as whispered secrets,now hum with the courage of small green things. Footsteps … Continue reading Poem: New beginings
9 Different Meanings of Hell in Dreams
Dreams about hell can be intense, unsettling, and often linger long after waking. These vivid experiences tend to provoke strong emotional reactions—fear, confusion, guilt, or even curiosity. While the imagery of hell may feel universal, its meaning in dreams varies widely depending on personal beliefs, cultural background, and emotional state. Understanding the symbolism behind hell … Continue reading 9 Different Meanings of Hell in Dreams
Different Meanings of Healing in Dreams
Dreams about healing can be some of the most powerful and transformative experiences we have while asleep. They often leave a lingering emotional impact, as if something meaningful has shifted beneath the surface. Whether you dream of recovering from an illness, helping someone else heal, or witnessing a symbolic act of restoration, these dreams tend … Continue reading Different Meanings of Healing in Dreams
Poem: Life
You learn the sound of your own footstepsas company on empty streets,the way your shadow stretches longerwhen no one else repeats your beat. Meals become small negotiationsbetween hunger and the will to try,and quiet rooms stop feeling silent—they start to feel like asking why. There’s no chorus to your mornings,no witness to your private wars,just … Continue reading Poem: Life
Poem: People
There’s a kind of sight that isn’t learnedfrom brightness or from perfect days,but from looking long enoughat ordinary, tangled ways. It notices the softer signalshiding in what others miss—the pause before a sharp reply,the quiet behind a dismiss. It sees the tired trying harder,the guarded heart still choosing stay,the imperfect hands still reachingeven when they … Continue reading Poem: People
Poem: Cronic Pain
It sits where time forgets to pass,not loud like thunder, but a glassheld under skin—always half-full,always tipping, always dull. Morning doesn’t bring relief,just a change in shape for grief—a different angle, sharper line,a quieter way to not feel fine. It teaches maps the body makesthat no one else can read or trace,where rest is not … Continue reading Poem: Cronic Pain
Poem: Can’t take this Pain
There is a language the body speaksthat has no words,only pulses—sharp, dull, burning,a drumbeat you never asked to hear. It echoes through bone and breath,turns minutes into mountains,asks you to climb them barefootwith no summit in sight. And still—somewhere beneath the ache,your heart keeps a quieter rhythm.Not louder, not stronger,but stubborn. It says: stay. Stay … Continue reading Poem: Can’t take this Pain
Poem: Small Miracles
Not all arrivals shout their name—Some bloom unnoticed, slight and brief:A blade of grass, a yellow flame,A trembling bud, a newborn leaf. But lean in close, and you will findA quiet brilliance taking place—Spring writes its wonders, line by line,In every overlooked space. Thank-you for reading. Brnda Marie