You can accept
Be grateful
You cannot expect anything in this world
Regardless of the relationship or source
The reasons don't matter
Be gracious
Walk away with your head held high
Let go and move forward

I drank the poison—
they named it love.
Sweet at first,
like honey on the tongue,
until it burned my veins,
begging me to stop,
yet no escape was left.

I saw the antidote
shining in the distance—
but if I drank it now,
would it already be too late?

Hours I wasted
lost in thought,
a war between choosing
and surrender.
And when I finally decided,
it was silence that answered—
I had died,
not from the poison itself,
but from the thinking
that chained my soul.

And yet,
reborn in the same body of pain,
I reached again for the glass.
I drank,
knowing the venom’s kiss.
The antidote lingered
just within sight.
This time I grasped it—
only to find
the bottle was empty inside.

Failure is a haunting fear
but fear itself is worse.
A deceitful ghost
like the closed door

keyless

now a wall.

Girls don’t get called goddess without a reason.
She has been in locker for many years.
Those who have them don’t respect.
Those who don’t respect until they have them.
I might cry but I am not weak.
I’m tired to be in this so called freedom of  cage.

"I looked at him like he was my forever,
not knowing he was already turning into a memory.
I closed my eyes, hoping to sleep—
but it hit me like a punch:
I was already gone.
Already dead."

He found someone new,
someone better—
someone he now looks at
like I once looked at him:
like forever.

His love moved on.
Mine… stayed buried.

Seeing him smile again
healed something in me—
but not enough to put into words.
Not enough to write.

"deserved to be someone’s forever too. And I still do."

across my face.

I saw spring coming
in the meadow
where the wildflowers
whisper to the wind.

found freedom on a snowcapped mountain top,

smiled to the child offering violets
cradled in her tiny hands

and when she smiles to me

her joy ripples like sunlight
across the sea of love.

the curtain is lifted.

the soul becomes visible

(always in the wild places
in my heart.)