Reaching 100,000 views on Writing Through the Soul feels surreal. What began as a quiet space for reflection, healing, and honesty has grown into a community of readers who truly understand what it means to live, feel, and express life deeply. Today, I want to celebrate that milestone—and also share why I haven’t been writing … Continue reading 100,000 Views: A Milestone From the Heart
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Poem: Your Will
Your will is stronger than you think—it wakes before courage does,ties its shoes in the dark,and walks anyway. It bends, yes, but it does not break.It learns the language of storms,how to lean into the windwithout forgetting the sky. When doubt crowds the room,your will becomes a quiet chair,waiting, steady,holding the weight of you. It … Continue reading Poem: Your Will
Poem: Where to Begin
Where to begin—at the breath before the word,or the word that tremblesbecause it knows it will change things? Maybe at the quiet.The place where nothing has happened yetand everything is possible,like a door pretending to be a wall. Begin with a question you’re afraid to ask,or a mistake that still glowswith the heat of learning.Begin … Continue reading Poem: Where to Begin
Poem: Angels Are Always Watching
Angels are always watching,In quiet folds of light,They guard the moments fragileThat tremble in the night. They whisper through the stillness,They steady every fear,And when the world grows shadowed,They gather, drawing near. Unseen, yet ever-present,Like stars that never fade—Angels are always watching,In love that won’t betray. Thank-you for reading. Remember there are many paths back … Continue reading Poem: Angels Are Always Watching
Poem: Living from Love
I wake, and the world is softer for it—the air, a kind of kindness.The sun doesn’t rise, it reaches,as if to touch the pulseof something tender that humsbeneath my ribs. To live from loveis to walk barefoot through the day,feeling the earth forgive each step.It’s to see the stranger’s eyesand recognize a long-lost home,to speak … Continue reading Poem: Living from Love
Poem: The Art of Healing
The Art of Healing Healing is not a thunderclap—it is a quiet rain,falling soft upon the earththat once burned with pain. It is breath returning slowly,a sunrise without applause,the gentle work of time and gracerewriting ancient flaws. Scars are not the end of us,they’re pages turned and done—the proof that even shattered thingscan shimmer in … Continue reading Poem: The Art of Healing
Poem: Don’t Hide Your Light
Don’t hide your light beneath the grey,The world grows dim when you turn away.Your spark was born to burn, to show,To warm the hearts too cold to glow. Let laughter spill, let colors sing,Unfold your truth, unfurl your wing.The timid dawn still breaks the night—So rise, my friend—don’t hide your light. The stars don’t ask … Continue reading Poem: Don’t Hide Your Light
Poem: The Season of the Witch
When twilight drips from autumn’s tongue,And whispers curl where shadows hung,The air grows thick with rust and rhyme—It is the witch’s favored time. Leaves like embers crack and fade,Paths of gold through graveyards laid,Owls recite their haunted prayer,And something stirs the brittle air. The moon, a coin of molten bone,Hangs high to mark her spectral … Continue reading Poem: The Season of the Witch
Poem: Soul Spark
Soul Spark In the hush between two heartbeats,a flicker — small, unseen — begins.Not fire, not light, but something deeper,a shimmer born beneath the skin. It hums where silence leans to listen,where breath and wonder intertwine;a single pulse, a whispered promise,that even shadows can divine. It is the ache that builds creation,the ember that survives … Continue reading Poem: Soul Spark
Poem: Whispers of Autumn
The trees exhale in amber breath,A final sigh before their rest.Each leaf, a spark of fleeting flame,Lets go—unburdened, free of name. They twirl through crisp and golden air,Soft dancers spun with tender care.A hush descends; the daylight weavesIts fading threads through falling leaves. Beneath my feet, they softly sing,Of summer’s warmth, of fleeting spring.Their crackling … Continue reading Poem: Whispers of Autumn