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Grief Is a Candle, Quiet Soul
--a poem for the ones who keep trembling in the dark
By Summer2224
Poem Description: This poem was born from grief. I started writing it after my grandma passed last year -- and because I’ve always loved Edgar Allan Poe’s darkness and Emily Dickinson’s way of cutting straight to the soul, I spent over a year quietly studying both of them. For the longest time this piece stayed hidden in a notes app, something I wasn’t sure I’d ever share.
But Tumblr feels like the place where small stories, soft confessions, and creative experiments are allowed to breathe… so this is me letting it.
I hope this poem reaches anyone who’s moving through loss -- or has carried it for a long time. If you read my story I'm Lost Without You on Wattpad, you know how deeply my grandmother shaped me. Losing her has been one of the hardest parts of my life… and in the last year, I’ve also lost both of my remaining grandparents. One by one, a year apart, until there were none left.
With my grandfather’s wake coming up this weekend, it feels right to finally share this. Maybe it finds someone who needs it. Maybe it reminds you that you’re not alone in what you’re feeling.
If this sits with you -- even quietly, even painfully -- I hope it also offers a little warmth.
Like a candle after the flame
Written July 3rd 2024—August 14th 2025
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Broken Dreamer Under The Star
The heavy night departed,
The moment the sky parted.
The moon's rays peeked through,
The time has come I already knew.
A gentle wind blessed my face,
But the mind was a bird in cage.
Panic, anxiety, discomfort - what we say?
When the bird has fear of future,
More than the courage to fly away.
The world thinks she loves the home,
But no, she actually wants to roam.
With the laughter that was once gone,
Oh the innocence that was lost.
This bird is allergic to light,
But she will go to brighter sight.
Her destiny is still very far,
A broken dreamer under the star.
@inksoftly 🥀🍁
- to be continued
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"I can only connect deeply or not at all."
Anais Nin
The Feeling of Love
As I slowly ran my hand through the cats soft yet messy fur, I wondered if he had ever felt a gentle touch before, one with genuine warmth and admiration.
Before gaining his trust, the trust that now seems so special between him and me, he was very timid and skittish. I would carefully reach out my hand, only for him to flinch and run away.
Though, I couldn’t just give up on him, never. Even though he could not talk, his eyes told me everything he felt, they were like a mirror to his soul.
I knew that he wanted to trust, he wanted to feel admired, he wanted to feel loved… but the hands he was dealt with before, did not show him such things.
So in this moment, with my hand gently rubbing against his chin, I can see in his eyes, a sense of shock, a sense of uncertainty, as if he had never experienced it before.
The feeling of love.
"There are paths that cannot be walked with feet — only with the courage to open the heart."
With love, — Phoenix Moon
You lived without them before, so why not just do it again.
And that is the cruelest part of love:
You are asked to live without someone after they have taught your heart exactly what it feels like to have them.