From a Notebook That Burned ΙΙ 11. There’s no word for the grief of almost. But I carry it like a second spine. 12. I’ve learned to stop looking for closure— some doors are meant to stay burned shut. 13. The worst part of the storm wasn't the damage— it was how quiet everything became after. 14. I am not healing. I am learning to live without the wound always explaining itself. 15. I’ve stopped asking the mirror to recognize me. It’s enough that I keep showing up. 16. Silence is not emptiness. It’s just me at full volume without translation. 17. Some mornings, I drink the light like it's something I earned— small sips, no rush. 18. I am not lost— just wandering inside a map I haven’t learned to read. 19. The hardest part is not the falling— but the rising without any promises. 20. I speak in fragments because whole words are too much to carry. The Shameless Poems 2023-2025
