The Language of Feeling

In the mess of my heart, where words often fail to reach, I find a language unspoken, a dialect of emotions, raw and pure. It is not bound by the shackles of syntax, nor does it dance to the tunes of grammar. It is a language of feeling, of understanding, of empathy. “I am not a scholar of words,” I confess, “I am not that smart.” Yet, in my simplicity, I possess a wisdom that eludes many. I navigate the world not by the compass of intellect, but by the beacon of emotion. I read not the words that dance … Continue reading The Language of Feeling

Our Spirit Is Childlike Regardless of Years

Our spirit, that intangible flame within, defies the chains of time. It dances, ageless and unyielding, across the years. Like a playful sunbeam, it weaves through the fabric of our existence, igniting wonder in the crevices of our hearts. Childlike, it remains—curious eyes that seek the magic in dew-kissed mornings, unfettered laughter that echoes through meadows, and innocence that knows no cynicism. The years may etch lines upon our skin, but the spirit, oh, the spirit remains untamed. In the twilight of life, when the sun dips low, our spirit still skips, hand in hand with memories. It collects pebbles … Continue reading Our Spirit Is Childlike Regardless of Years

Be the One Who Stays: Embracing Love and Integrity

In a world where fleeting connections and temporary pleasures often take precedence, there’s a profound beauty in being the one who stays. It’s about being the person who doesn’t feel the need to deceive, play games, or shy away from love. It’s about embracing honesty, kindness, and the enduring power of love. Choosing to be the one who stays means standing firm in your values and commitments. It means being the kind of person who doesn’t just talk the talk but walks the walk. It’s about recognizing the significance of love and not allowing fear to dictate your actions. Instead, … Continue reading Be the One Who Stays: Embracing Love and Integrity

I am a woman who resides in every line I write …

If the words are memories of love, then I write to awaken the love within me. Poetry is the tender embrace on the other side, a kindness preserved in the eyes of a lover. And if it is not the poet who translates the silences, and if poetry is a collection of endless possibilities, then who am I? I am a woman who resides in every line I write, even if they never find me, they reveal the essence of my being through each word. Even if I cannot be fully unveiled in each verse, I exist in a kingdom … Continue reading I am a woman who resides in every line I write …

Solitude

In the quiet embrace of solitude, I find the warmth of herb tea and the gentle caress of soft music. Here, in this sanctuary of stillness, I am cradled by the gentle whispers of my own thoughts, and I am reminded that solitude is not a void to be filled, but a space to be cherished. Loneliness, like black coffee and late-night television, is a companion that lingers in the shadows, a visitor that brings a bitter taste to the lips and a flickering glow in the darkness. It is a feeling that weighs heavy on the heart, a yearning … Continue reading Solitude

Do you believe in the impossible?

Do you believe in the impossible? Do you believe in the impossible? A child raised in a violent home, turning out to be the most loving creature of all. Do you believe in the impossible? Learning to write at age 55 only to write your memoirs before illness takes you away? Do you believe modern individuals of an anesthetized society? Can you possibly see further than you can reach in order to grab, grab something from me? Do you believe this world is not out to get you? I was kicking boys, and making girls cry once. Now every time … Continue reading Do you believe in the impossible?

Little things …

It is the little things that occupy the deepest spaces in the heart. Like hidden treasures nestled in the secret chambers of the soul, these small gestures, delicate words, and authentic gestures of love are the ones we will carry with us forever. They are the whispered “I love you” in the quiet of the night, a gentle melody that lingers in the heart long after the words have faded into the embrace of memory. They are the tender caress of a hand, a silent reassurance that speaks volumes without a single syllable. They are the shared laughter that dances … Continue reading Little things …

Love and fear

Today, as the sun stretched its golden fingers across the sky, I awoke with a yearning that seemed to wrap around my very soul, a weight resting heavy in the depths of my being. It felt like a lump in my throat, a silent plea for release. In moments like these, I am reminded that life is a voyage, a journey that demands we believe in the extraordinary, in the impossible. Living is an art, a symphony of beginnings and renewals, a constant dance of hope and resilience. It requires us to rise each day, to embrace the notion that … Continue reading Love and fear

Despite the challenges we face there is always a reason to hope

Because every tear shed Is a testament to strength a reminder of the capacity to feel and the courage to endure. Because even in the darkest of nights There is still a star that shines a beacon of possibility guiding the way to a brighter tomorrow. Because every struggle endured Is a step towards growth a lesson in perseverance and a testament to the human spirit. Because in the face of adversity there is always a reason to believe in the power of resilience and the beauty of a new beginning. Because even in pain there is the promise of … Continue reading Despite the challenges we face there is always a reason to hope