Not everything sacred needs to be born of suffering.

Not every acknowledgement needs to come from rock bottom.

My love,
you are allowed to feel peace.
You are allowed to live a joyful life.
You are allowed to experience softness and call it sacred.

So stop using your pain as proof of your depth.
It’s time to retire that narrative,
that your pain is the most interesting thing about you—it’s not!
There are hundreds of beautiful reasons for your existence,
but suffering isn’t one of them.

You can explain every scar.
But when it comes to healing?
You stall.
Because healing isn’t poetic.
It’s messy, boring, frustrating.

Peace makes you suspicious.
If things go too well for too long,
your brain starts poking at old wounds or inventing new ones.
You miss the chaos even though you claim to want peace.

But here’s what you need to know;
you’re still becoming.
You’re still growing.
You can still be profound without bleeding for it.

So allow yourself to heal,
and let joy into your life,
because the best version of you isn’t your pain,
it’s your rebirth.

Don't punish your body for carrying the weight of your soul.
You are meant to be alive.

I have all this love
And nowhere to put it
It's rotting inside me
Soft,warm
Unspent.

I reach out in dreams
But wake up alone
His name buried in my throat
Like a secret
I was not allowed to say.

He didn't stay
But the love did
And now it grows wild
Inside a heart
With no one left
To give it to.

I’ve been okay lately.
Not perfect, but breathing.
The kind of healing where
you stop checking their profile,
but still hear their name in silence.

It’s not love anymore.
Not wanting them back.
Just… this quiet ache
that shows up
when the world slows down.

I miss the version of me
that existed when I thought
forever was real.
Not because of them,
but because I was softer.
Lighter.

Now, I walk steady.
I laugh without forcing it.
But some nights,
I still feel like junk left on the curb,
not because I still love them,
but because I remember what it felt like
to be someone’s home.

lately,
i've been down—
and i don't understand
why it still haunts me.

i thought
this would be
the last time.

i was ready
to move on,
but there was
one last storm
i didn’t account for.

i know—
pain isn’t linear,
and sometimes,
the thunder rolls
before the rain
takes form.

but love
was never meant
to last,

not today,
not tomorrow—
not even
if you asked.

so baby,
i ask of you:
let this love
live in the past.

there won’t be
a final act—
just two hearts
moving forward,
intact.

Focused breath steadies the storm in my chest.
Over and over, I rehearse what I’d say if you answered.
Remnants of your voice echo in the silence.
Gravity pulls at my hand as I reach for the phone again.
In stillness, I ask myself—what do I need: closure or connection?
Voiceless vibrations stir the table—false hope in digital form.
Even knowing it’s not you, I glance, conditioned by memory.
Not yet free, I carry the weight of what was left unsaid.
Each attempt to release you tightens the tether between us.
Some wounds disguise themselves as loyalty.
Slowly, though, I learn that healing does not wait for an apology.

Enveloped by the fog
I take another step
Though where I'll go
I do not know
The path ahead's unclear

And every step I take
Reminds me of the last
Each passing year
Upon this earth
A time that's come and passed

In truth, I have a dream
To find a place called home
To feel secure
At where I stand
To cease my endless roam

My feet have long gone numb
They move instinctively
Devoid of shoes
Battered and bruised
No footprints left behind

In constant search of friends
My last one left too soon
She took two steps
To one of mine
And still she passed me by

Da-dum da-dum da-dum
My heart, I feel it beat
Heavy and cold
Broken in half
Perhaps it needs a change

My gaze falls on the moon
A drink to ease the pain
The light it shines
Into my eyes
Brings me to tears tonight

For half the night I lay
Awake and lost in thought
I feel confined
By wasted time
Yet sleep through half the day

Once the rain has passed
And sunshine is renewed
The muddy ground
Still slows me down
Each step a sinking tomb

I fear I've gone astray
Through many thorny paths
The countless scars
May never heal
I run but cannot hide

A ghoul is chasing me
It leads me to the grave
A lifeless place
My life's disgrace
A shell of who I am

A puppet hung from strings
Directed by my hands
I walk again
Into the fog
To find a distant land

I smile at the moon
My one and only friend
So far away
But always there
And will be 'til the end

Suddenly
It's spring again
And I love the way living
Doesn't feel like
A neverending surgery
On myself

You say I am not a project
Am not made of wood and metal
Held together by disappointment
And "Better next time"'s
With smiles splayed on my face
But winter in my heart

Suddenly
My feet are miniscule
They are tiny tiny things
And I know that's alright
After all
They are made to be held,
Are meant to walk tiny tiny steps
Right next you
They will keep up
Because you won't walk away.

"You are enough"
For me
Is the most beautiful confession I have ever received
It means my teeth can stay
It means you will stay
Even if I carefully scrape the smile of my face
Summer is on the way