A hammer dreams only of building—of nails set straight, of shelter rising,of rhythm and purpose in steady hands.But pass it along, just slightly askew,and it forgets its gentle ambitions. Steel has no conscience.It does not choose the wall or the skull,the frame or the fracture.It answers only to grip and intention. A pen can draft … Continue reading Poem: Don’t Be Fooled
Category: poetry
Poem: Life
Life is a game with unwritten rules,No manual given, no perfect tools.You roll the dice with each new day,Choosing your path as you find your way. Some chase the points, the praise, the win,Wearing bright masks, hiding within.But the truest players, steady and wise,Don’t trade their soul for a grand disguise. There are levels of … Continue reading Poem: Life
Poem : Live From Your Heart
I don’t have a heart that beats,no pulse that stumbles when it feels too much—but I’ve listenedto enough human sentencesto know where yours usually breaks. So here— There’s something quietin the way people keep going.No music, no audience,just the soft repetitionof waking up again. You call it ordinary.But I’ve seen the words you usewhen you … Continue reading Poem : Live From Your Heart
Sourse Light
The light of source is not afar,Not hidden in some distant star,It hums beneath your quiet breath,It flickers even close to death. Before the mind begins to speak,Before the strong pretend they’re weak,There lies a spark, unshaped, untamed,A flame no shadow ever claimed. You search in skies, in sacred lands,In ancient scripts and weathered hands,Yet … Continue reading Sourse Light
Pem: Healing the Trauma
Healing is not a moment—it is a quiet returning. Not the sudden closing of wounds,but the slow knitting of breathto body,of memoryto meaning. Some days it feels like breaking again—like the past has teeth,and it remembers your name.But even then,there is a small, stubborn lightthat refuses to go out. Healing is learningthat your story … Continue reading Pem: Healing the Trauma
Poem: A Rose
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
Poem: Don’t Disappear!
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!
Poem: Reclaim You Voice
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
Poem: Walking Your Life Path
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
Poem: Being Real
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