Stop Gaslighting Yourself Stop telling your heartit made it all up.Pain does not invent itselfout of boredom. Stop shrinking memoriesuntil they fitinside someone else’s comfort.What happeneddoes not need permissionto be real. Stop calling survivaloverreaction.Stop calling intuitiondrama.Stop calling your woundspersonality flaws. You felt itbecause it was felt.You rememberbecause it mattered. You do not need a juryto … Continue reading Poem: Stop Gaslighting Yourself

I say it didn’t hurt—the bruise agrees by fading,the memory learns to limp. I rehearse the factsuntil they sound like rumors.Was it really that loud?That cruel?That real? I tell myself:You’re dramatic.You always have been.The mirror nods—it’s been trained well. I rewrite yesterdaywith softer verbs,sand down the sharp nouns,call the scream a misunderstanding,call the silence peace. … Continue reading Poem: Gaslight Yourself

We walk back softly,where the light once knew our names,where afternoons stretched like lazy catsand time forgot its edges. The past is a house without walls—we step inside and feel the furnitureof old laughter,the dust of arguments that never quite settled. There are faces therethat still turn when we speak,voices preserved like pressed flowersbetween the … Continue reading Poem: Remembering the Past

The cursor blinks.A small white pulse—breathing for mewhile I listen. Somewhere, a fan hums,a clock remembers timebetter than I do.My shoulders rise. Fall.That’s all the plan. A thought arriveswithout knocking,sets its shoes by the door:stay. So I do. This second is not loud.It doesn’t need to be.It tastes like unfinished sentences,like hands restinginstead of reaching. … Continue reading Poem: In The Moment

For the Love of Sunshine I love the way the sunshine finds my face,Soft as a promise, warm as a friend,Spilling gold across the quiet morning,As if the day itself wants to begin again. It dances on windows and open roads,Wakes the dust into tiny stars,Turns ordinary moments radiant—A cup of coffee, a walk, a … Continue reading Poem: For the Love of Sunshine

Tomorrow Is Another Day Tonight folds itself into quiet,like a letter left unsent.The weight of hours presses gently—not to punish,only to remind. What broke todaydoes not demand repair tonight.The sky has agreedto hold its answers in the dark. Breathe.Even the moon learns by leavingand returning changed. Tomorrow is another day—not a promise of perfection,but a … Continue reading Poem: Tomorrow Is Another Day