A seed sleeps quietly in the dark, Cradled in earth, unseen, unmarked. Time hums low in the soil’s embrace, Until a stir, a tender trace. A shoot breaks through with fragile will, Reaching upward, green and still. It drinks the sun, it tastes the rain, And learns to grow through joy and strain. Leaves … Continue reading Poem: A Rose

Don’t disappear, you said—as if vanishing were easy,as if people don’t fade in quiet wayslong before they’re gone. I’ve seen it happen—in half-finished sentences,in messages typed, then erased,in the slow dimming of someone’s laugh. So I’ll stay a little louder,leave the light on a little longer,plant my voice in the roomlike something with roots. If … Continue reading Poem: Don’t Disappear!

They told yousoft is safer—that silence is a kind of shelter,that shrinking makes you easier to hold. So you folded.Tucked thunder behind your teeth,hid whole galaxies in your chest,called it “being good.” But your voice—it never agreed to disappear. It waitedin the hum beneath your ribs,in the ache of unsaid things,in every moment you almost … Continue reading Poem: Reclaim You Voice

I walk a road that only I can see,Not paved in stone, but memory.It shifts and bends with every choice I make,A living map of every step I take. Some days it climbs through light and open air,Where hope feels easy, weightless, almost prayer.Other days it narrows, rough with doubt,And I must learn what moving … Continue reading Poem: Walking Your Life Path

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

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