Step inside. If you’re here tonight—door shut, heart loud, his words still ringing— you’re not wrong. You’re not weak. You’re just… hanging on. I know that knot: phone hidden, breath shallow, ‘maybe tomorrow’ on repeat. But here’s the quiet part: one step. Just one. A text. A walk. A locked drawer. That’s how you start. … Continue reading I know u →

Step inside. The hands that once crushed me? They left fingerprints I turned into maps. I crawled out of that room—skin raw, voice gone, heart still thudding like it had something to prove. The floor was cold, the air tasted like rust, but I kept moving. One foot. Then another. Until the door cracked open … Continue reading Rewritten →

Quiet, bruised, but rising. “Step inside. The scars don’t fade. They just learn to glow. The lights are low, the words are old… and you’re still here. Whatever broke you? It bowed when you walked in

The fog doesn’t hide secrets. It is the secret. In silence, every shadow has a name—you just forgot yours. Even your own shadow abandons you when the light dies. What watches from the dark isn’t out there. It’s the part of you that never learned to speak. The night doesn’t ask questions. It answers the … Continue reading →

I look and feel better then I have in a year

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so done with emotional abuse that I have almost nothing to say for a poem That numbness—that feeling of having used up all your words on an exhausting situation—is a profound form of expression in itself. When emotional abuse leaves you feeling "hollowed out" or "done," silence is often the final boundary .  Here are … Continue reading Thoughts →