#writingtoheal
Feeling like a door
falling off its hinges—
faith hinging on the day’s events.
Eventually, we learn to fall.
falling into what ifs; fears,
failures, depression, out of friend
groups, into feelings — in & out
of our dreams ; in & out of love…
And just like my bedroom door
falling off its hinges— what’s left
to hide my shame?
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC
We met at the edge of a battlefield,
Hearts armored, but fingers reaching.
The silence between us was thunder,
Louder than all the things we weren’t teaching.
You said, “Let’s meet in the middle,”—but where?
Between your fire and my sea,
Between your fists and my folded wings,
Between the storm and what’s left of me?
I offered softness—you saw it as slight.
You gave control—called it love, called it right.
But what of the bruises we call boundaries?
What of the nights I cried out of sight?
A room with two chairs still leaves one cold,
When one keeps shrinking to fit the mold.
I bent till I broke, whispering “peace,”
But my voice became ash, my breath a lease.
You carved your truth in unyielding stone,
I scribbled mine in skin and bone.
Now I sit in the echo, quiet and raw,
Wondering if “halfway” ever kept the law
Of hearts that beat with uneven might
Or if we both just lost the fight.
So I ask, not in bitterness, but in ache,
Not in anger, but for memory’s sake:
Is there actually enough room for compromise,
When one soul drowns and the other survives?
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 9:31 PM UTC
is it really greener on the other side or is it just hope? our lives in such peril that we hold on to an unconfirmed truth, an escape from the agony in which we call life, looking at the green pastures wondering what is on the other side, waterfalls and fresh air or is it just as polluted as there which suffocates us ,
Sep 13, 2021
Sep 13, 2021 at 10:02 PM UTC