my shadow has paws and a tail,it trots beside me, clicks on the light,half-dog, half-staircase,learning the shape of my day. it sniffs the corners of roomsI pretend not to notice,waits patiently while I hesitate,then tugs forward when the dark steepens. at night it curls along the banister,a spine of moonlight and fur,guarding the drop betweenwhat … Continue reading Poem: My Shadow has Paws and a Tail

Magic wears a lab coat in the dark,Counts its miracles one by one—A spark becomes a measured spark,A mystery learns how it’s done. Atoms dance to unseen rules,Old equations hum like spells,Numbers whisper in dusty schoolsWhat the crystal ball never tells. Gravity bends, time runs slow,Light decides to act alive,Reality admits what it knows:Impossible things … Continue reading Poem: The Science of Magic

you give me hopenot like a sunrise that insists,but like a lamp left on in the kitchen—quiet, ordinary, waiting. you give me hopeby staying when words run out,by breathing in the same room,by making space feel possible. some days hope is heavy,a coat I don’t want to wear,and you carry it for mewithout asking for … Continue reading Poem: You Give Me Hope

Before the stars learned how to shine,My heart was already finding you,A quiet pull through space and time,A truth the universe always knew. Seasons turn and years may bend,Faces change, and moments flee,Yet where my soul and yours suspend,Love stands still, endlessly. In every loss, in every rise,Your name is written in my breath,A constant … Continue reading Poem: Everlasting Love

The morning slips in on quiet feet,Light spilling gold across the floor,A yawn, a breath, the world repeatsIts oldest spell once more. Coffee steams like whispered dreams,Birdsong stitches sky to tree,Time slows down in simple seamsOf small infinity. A stranger’s smile, a sudden laugh,Wind that knows your name,Moments pass along your pathSoft sparks without a … Continue reading Poem: Magic of the Day

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