It will pass
I know your chest feels tight
and your thoughts are loud
But this storm is temporary
Breathe
you’ve survived it before
you’ll survive it again
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It will pass
I know your chest feels tight
and your thoughts are loud
But this storm is temporary
Breathe
you’ve survived it before
you’ll survive it again
Good morning
Take a deep breath
You’ve made it to another day
Whatever it holds
you’re strong enough to face it
Be kind to yourself today
You deserve peace too.
Kindness
You never know
what someone’s carrying.
So be gentle
with your words,
your tone,
your eyes.
This world doesn’t need more noise
It needs more heart.
Good morning
The sun is up,
and so are you.
That’s already
a small victory.
Keep going
today might just surprise you.
Adonis, from a poem titled “Lost,” featured in The Blood of Adonis, originally published in 1971
Alone.
So many voices,
so many faces,
but none
feel like home
“When people treat you like they don’t care, believe them.”
— Unknown
I miss it.
Not the place.
Not the people.
Just…
the version of me
that used to smile
without faking it.
“I have never found the companion who was so companionable as solitude.” - Henry David Thoreau
GONE
They didn’t say goodbye.
Not really.
They just became
a memory
that visits
without knocking.
HOME
The sea doesn’t ask who I am.
It just holds me"softly, wildly, endlessly".
Here, I don't need to explain.
The waves understand my silence.
The wind listens to my heart.
And for a moment,
I’m not lost.
I’m just... home.
Sometimes, I feel like a book missing its title,
a melody without a song.
People speak, but their words pass through me,
like wind through an empty room.
I’m here, but not really.
Seen, but not understood.
Alive, but barely breathing.
And I wonder...
if I vanished,
would anyone notice the silence?