What does hope do?
What does it make us become
to keep holding on to it?
Born in hope,
we live in hope
and, perhaps,
we die in hope too.
Hope tells us
tomorrow will be better.
Hope whispers
that a new day will come.
We hope our future is bright.
We hope that, somehow,
we will be okay.
But sometimes I wonder—
what else does hope do?
Does it keep us going,
or does it keep us waiting?
Does hope save us,
or does it quietly trap us here?
Hope, dear hope
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 7:34 AM UTC
Will you still love me,
will you still care,
When you see, when
you see me without the mask,
Will you still be here like you promised,
or will you
Disappear like they all do,
Like they have done before.
Loneliness has walked beside me for so long,
so, I understand if you leave.
Love has created and given me pain,
I am used to the hurt, I can take it,
I won’t blame you if you go,
I will help pack for you.
Don’t take it the wrong way,
I just know where you keep everything,
so, it is easy if I pack, it will be quick
Just one question,
when you go,
Will you be okay?
Thank you for your time and care,
Thank you for the love too,
Will you be okay?
will you still love and care,
if you know me without the mask?
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 5:39 AM UTC
Are dreamers meant to be,
dreamers forever,
Are they meant to achieve,
what they dream about.
Are some of us meant to be,
companion for the achievers.
To clap for them, as they do so,
encourage them to do more,
Be second all our life,
walk the journey but never reaching its end?
We hold on to hope the life will be better,
that dreams will come to pass,
But are we sure they will,
I have seen dreamers die,
before the get to live,
before their visions breathed,
before they became achievers.
Before their dreams are reality,
before they become achieves.
Where do you stand?
Are you a dreamer or an Achiever?
Is this life a blessing to some
and a curse to others?
Is this destiny or some ones chooses?
Is it the wheels of life or just pure luck?
I am yet to understand. If you ever do,
please let me in to,
Will you?
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 4:55 AM UTC
See the pain
them disappearing into
themselves. I want to
help, but I am disappearing
too. I feel like I don’t
belong, like I don’t fit
in any box. Ohh, I mean
any place, you
know.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 7:29 AM UTC
I have learned
to appreciate
the chains that hold me.
Before,
I fought
to get out of them.
Now I say,
at least
I have these —
most don’t.
I have learned
to praise my prisoner.
Before,
I fought like hell
to get away.
Now I say,
at least
I am not alone.
I have learned
to love the pain.
Before,
I would cry.
Now I say,
at least
I feel something.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 2:25 AM UTC
I saw her.
She was smiling.
She was so beautiful.
The smile she gave was true,
with no lies,
no hidden pain,
no quiet wounds behind it.
I wish you saw her too.
She had friends—
real friends.
Can you believe it?
They sat around her,
silent and attentive
as she told a story.
A good one, it seemed,
because they were smiling
and laughing too.
She spoke with confidence,
like the world
had never told her to be quiet.
I wish you saw her.
She looked so beautiful—
the innocence in her eyes,
so clear,
carrying no pain,
no tear stains,
no heavy sighs.
I’m telling you,
I wish, you saw her.
So beautiful.
She was me—
the younger me.
Can you believe it?
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 2:17 AM UTC
They promised me tomorrow.
They said,
“It will be okay tomorrow.”
They said,
“Work hard now
so tomorrow can reward you.”
Have I not worked hard?
Have I not done
what I was supposed to do?
Have I not woken up
every day
like I was meant to?
So tell me—
when will my reward come?
When will tomorrow arrive?
I have waited.
I have told myself,
“Tomorrow
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 9:58 AM UTC
“You must endure,” they tell me.
“Everyone has gone through it.
It is a passage in life.”
Who said so?
Is it written somewhere?
A rule carved in stone?
Or is it only spoken
by those who never write
about their own pain?
“Be strong,” they say.
“Everything will pass
like a cloud.”
Like wind, they say.
But how long
must the cloud stay?
How long
must I wait
for the sky to clear?
I do not want to hear it anymore.
Just because everyone
has gone through it—
why must I?
I will not endure,
for endurance’s sake.”
Why should anyone?
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 10:58 AM UTC
I think the mirror is lying.
The face I see
cannot be mine.
How can it be?
The girl looking back at me
looks put together.
Beautiful, even.
Her skin shines.
Her eyes hide no secrets.
Her body stands
like it belongs to her.
I think
my mirror is lying.
That girl is not broken.
Her smile is not cracked.
It reaches her eyes.
She does not look like me.
She does not.
I am telling you.
She is whole.
So tell me—
is it the mirror that lies?
Or is it you?
You who say
I am broken.
The mirror shows me
a whole girl.
Who is lying?
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 9:49 AM UTC
My brain and my tongue
have made a liar out of me.
“I’m okay,” I say
when I am not fine
when they ask.
They can’t tell.
I have learned
how to hide the lies.
Mama used to know
when I lied.
Now she can’t.
My sister used to tell on me
when I lied.
Now she doesn’t notice
the lies anymore.
Maybe it is an adult thing—
the lies, I mean.
I still feel the guilt
when I lie.
I still think about the lie
long after I have said it.
But I have learned
how to live with the lies now.
Yet something inside me
still whispers the truth.
I don’t want
to be a liar
anymore.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 5:13 AM UTC