-
It’s all of our first time here,every step taken on unfamiliar ground,stumbling through the darkand learning the lay of our own hearts. How could we know the way?This path we carve as we go,with no maps handed down,no signs saying right here is home. We make mistakes like drops of ink,spilled sugar scattering across clean…
-
If you’d asked me five years backwhere I’d see myself—it wasn’t here.But I couldn’t be happier,leaving behind those who’d tucked me on a shelf. They couldn’t stand the light I held,the love I gave,blinded by their own regretsand the dreams they never saved. They weren’t there when cancer came,or when depression stole my ground—they fed…
-
Having cancer really sucked.But not as much as the way cancer wouldn’t let me feel. I don’t know if it was my will or the saline that numbed me,never knowing if I was on the side of life or death. People stayed at arm’s length—or maybe I pushed them there,to keep them safe, or to…
-
Losing you didn’t hurt as much as losing myself. I never really knew who I was before we met.I’m still not sure now. The worst part is,you didn’t know who you were either. I spent years pouring love into you,hoping you’d find yourself,hoping you’d find love for you—and I forgot to leave any for me.…
-
I’m sorry, I’m late.It’s something I feel I owe to so many. I’m sorry, I’m late to finding love for myself, after cancer.I’m sorry, I’m late to letting go, to accepting that my dad is gone.I’m sorry, I’m late to knowing how to grieve a best friend.I’m sorry, I’m late to facing addiction, to putting…
-
I hate that you never got to see me better. It must’ve broken your heart,every time we met,to see your boy—thin, pale, and unwell—only to watch him, later, make himself sickon his own terms, by his own hands. You watched me come through one sickness,only to see me spiral into another,and with every visit, you…
-
Oh Mum, what a mess I’ve made.And I can’t even say it was a beautiful one this time. I’ve been the king of mistakes before,but I’ve always found a way to work them out,to clean up after myself, piece by piece.This time, I let it slip too far,thought I could pull it back, thought I…
-
He walked into the room like he owned the airLike the world had whispered, “Take what you dare.”Spoiled hands, heavy with entitlement’s weight,Reached out for something that was never his fate. I said nothing, but silence was clear,No echoed consent, just my rising fear.He mistook my stillness for an open door,A boy who’d never been…
-
Welcome to WordPress. This is your first post. Edit or delete it, then start writing!