Don’t tell me what’s holy when your visions of heaven sounds like chains.
You say i’m free but only if I kneel.
Only if I speak your truth instead of mine.

You hand me a rulebook written in fear,
Marked with sins for simply being human.
Cover your hair,
Lower your voice,
Don’t feel that,
Don’t love them,
Don’t question,
Don’t doubt.

You say ‘god’ watches,
But it feels more like you are.

Policing bodies,
Minds,
And voiced that dare to excuse outside your lines.
Faith should never feel like a muzzle.
Worship should not be forced into trembling hands.

Believe if you believe.
But don’t make me carry the weight of a ‘god’ I didn’t choose.
Don’t call it salvation if it begins with fear.
Let me think.
Let me feel.
Let me choose what is sacred to me.

Because truth,
If it matters at all,
Shouldn’t need
To be forced.

We take and take and still,
We want more.
Forests fall to feed our hunger for things we don’t need.
Oceans choke on the waste we pretend disappears.
The sky dims from smoke we lit just to feel bigger.

We built high and call it progress.
We cover green with gray and call it growth.
But it’s decay,
Dressed in convenience.

We act like kings of a world we didn’t create,
Forgetting we are guests here,
No more scared than wolves,
The sea whales,
The trees,
The silence.

We speak of saving the earth as if it’s seperate from us,
When in reality.
We’re trying to save ourselves from what we’ve done.

We had enough.
We still do.
But enough was never the goal.
We wanted more,
And more has always meant less for everything else.

One day,
The earth will go on without us.
I hope it does.
It would be better without us.
It’s us who are not guaranteed.

Poetry is how I bleed without the mess.
How I speak when my voice wont come out clean.  

It starts as a weight,
A feeling without a name,
A storm sitting in my chest asking for shape.
So I give it words.
Not perfect ones, but honest.
Soft where it hurts, sharp where I hide.

Each line is a thread pulled straight from the center of what I can’t explain in small talk or passing glances.
It’s not just writing,
It’s translating the language of the inside into something others might read and feel and say,
“Me too”
That’s the magic.

Poetry makes pain visible,
Makes love echo,
Makes silence speak.

It’s lot just mine anymore once it’s written,
It becomes something I share,
It becomes theirs too.

And suddenly,
We’re not so alone anymore.

We come from the same earth,
Breaths borrowed from the same sky,
We all have the same beginning and ending.
We share this world,
Laugh when others laugh,
Smile when others do.

A nod,
A smile,
A simple gesture that can tilt a day from dark to light.

In crowded streets,
Musicians play,
Pulling strangers close.

We are all connected to each other in a loop that never ends.
We are not different.
We breath the same air.
Walk the same earth
Live in the same world.
So why draw lines,
Call each other illegal in a world we all share?
Why built walls when we could built bridges?
Why fight for power,
When together we hold strength to lift,
To heal,
To rise?

Stronger together, right?
But we don’t see that
Even though
Together,
We are one.

Some of us weren’t made to float through life with thick skin or careless hearts.
We carry everything,
the lyrics no one hears that wraps around our throat,
A movie scene etched beneath our ribs,
A stranger’s tone that breaks the day,
A kindness that stitched it back whole.

We replay moments, masterpieces and Battlegrounds, sometimes both at once.

Words hang heavy,
Memories shadow us,
Small gestures crash like thunder,
And silence?
Silence screams.

Music doenst just play, it unlocks doors we though we’re sealed,
Brings us back to lost lovers,
Forgotten names,
Moments still unfolding that ache like nostalgia.

They say,
“You’re too sensitive”
“You take everything to heart”
But where else do we carry it?

Our hearts unguarded,
Our souls laid bare,
Maybe this is what the world needs,
The ones who feel too much,
So no pain or joy ever goes unseen.

Because feeling,
Is the most human thing there is.

Depression isn’t always tears and empty bottles.
Sometimes, it’s brushing your teeth and feeling like that was too much.
It’s staring at a wall for hours and calling it rest.
Its smiling so no one asks what’s wrong, because you don’t even know what to say.

It’s nog sadness.
It’s less.
Less feeling.
Less colour.
Less will.
Less you.

You wake up already tired.
You go to bed hoping you won’t wake up.
You function, but its mechanical.
smiling like you’re on autopilot, nodding through conversations.
You cancel plans saying this a headache.
You reply late,
Then feel guilty.
But even guilt takes too much energy.

They say,
“Just talk to someone”
But how do you explain a sadness that doesn’t  have a reason?
How do you open your mouth and describe the way it hurts to just be alive?
So you say,
“I’m fine”
Over and over, until it sounds like your name.

If you relate,
If this feels too close,
Please know it’s not your fault.
You’re not broken.
You’re not weak.
You’re carrying something no one else can.
And even if it feels endless,
Even if you can’t see light right now.

Youre still here.
And that means something.
You mean something.

Someways, i punish myself by eating too much.
Other days, I punish myself by not eating at all.
Either way, I call it control.
But it feels like drowning.

The mirror isn’t glass anymore,
It’s a weapon.
A judge.
A liar I keep believing.

It whispers,
“Too much”
“Not enough”
“Look at you”
So I look.
Too long.
Too often.
Until the reflection wraps int something monstrous I swear wasn’t there yesterday.

I swing between hunger and shame.
Between craving comfort and punishing myself for needing at all.

I eat and hate myself.
I starve and hate myself.
It’s never really about food.
It’s about guilt.
I skip meals and call it discipline.
I binge and call it failure.

If you’ve never hated your own body,
Really hated it, then you wont understand how deep it goes.
But if you do, if it feels familiar.
I see you.
And I hope one day you’ll look in the mirror and see something kinder.
Something whole.
Something worth saving.
Because you are.