The Heart Keeps the Score

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“Every mark upon the heart is a memory, not of breaking—but of surviving.” Hearts aren’t always red, not simply the color of roses, of wine, of the fervent beats within a lover’s chest. Sometimes they’re tinted with darker lines, black and blue, shadows of bruises left by unseen blows. Black, like the midnight realms of […]

The Art of Growing Still

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Let this be your reminder:you don’t have to bloom on demand.Even in stillness, you are growing. I am the gardenerwho wakes with the sun,bare hands in the earth,bare heart to the sky.I plant with intention,but I do not rush bloom.I trust the silencebetween seed and stem. I am the gardenthat grows from within,roots deep with […]

Shattered Things

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Shattered Things “He called it love,but only ever stayedfor the sound of things breaking.”   He only loves the things that crack beneath his touch. Only wants what is fragile enough to fit in his hands, only stays long enough to watch it break.   I have been glass before. I have been porcelain, smooth […]

The Rewrite

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The Rewrite “You rewrote our ending in ash,yet I remain the spark you could never extinguish.”   I see it now, how you rewrote me, how you dipped your brush in shadow and covered everything gold.   You made me smaller in the retelling, made me sharp where I was soft, made me reckless where […]