The Hiraeth Oasis

a gentle place for tender hearts, where missing and remembering feel soft, like moonlight on quiet water. A space to dream, to pause, and to let the soul breathe.

[thehiraethoasis]

While It Lasts

I used to think flowers were a lovely gesture, just not something I would ever choose for myself. Even if they made me feel special, I couldn’t help but see them as impractical. Why spend on something that’s already on its way out, I’d wonder.

But maybe that’s the point.

Flowers don’t pretend to last. They don’t ask to be kept forever. They just bloom, quietly and fully. And somehow, that makes you pause. It makes you notice. It makes you feel something right now, not later.

I used to think they would have lasted longer if they had just been left alone, still growing somewhere else. But now it feels more like a reminder that not everything beautiful is meant to stay the same or stay with us.

Some things are meant to be felt, appreciated, and let go.

And maybe we miss too much of life trying to make everything last.

[thehiraethoasis]

The Fragile Flame

Most days I wear a strong disguise, An armor forged to fool the eyes. Yet when the night draws silence near, The aches I hide becomes severe.

Alone, I face the weight I keep, The buried wounds that start to seep. Each tremor whispers what I fear, Emotions rise I cannot clear.

The signs confuse, so hard to trust, One moment hope, the next it’s dust. I’ve clung to faith that time would show, The path where all the pieces go.

But days turn weeks, and weeks to years, And doubt invades where hope appears. It fills the cracks where light once stayed, A fragile flame that starts to fade.

[thehiraethoasis]

My Oasis

There are countless beautiful words that could describe you, yet none of them ever feel like enough. But if I had to choose, I’d call you an oasis — a quiet refuge in the middle of chaos.

When life becomes loud, heavy, and relentless, you are the calm I find myself drawn to. Being around you reminds me to breathe, to unclench, to remember that peace can exist even in the hardest seasons.

In a world that overwhelms me more often than I’d like to admit, you’re the place where I feel safe enough to rest. You don’t fix everything — you just make it feel possible again. And that means more than you probably know.

[remanence-of-love]

[catchymemes]

[thehiraethoasis]

A Letter Left Unsent

I never hated you — not even after everything.

Not after the pain, or the distance, or the memories that still shake me whenever I see you or hear your name.

I carried the silence you left behind.

From the beginning until the end, I was always the one trying to understand. I held the weight of everything we never said — waiting for clarity that never came, while you held on to silence as if it were safer than truth. I didn’t hate you. But in the process, I lost pieces of myself.

The cost was quiet, but it was real.

I stepped back from people I cared about — not because I wanted to, but because guarding my peace became necessary. I waited for honesty, but silence was chosen instead. I looked for care, but found only the kind that stands close… without ever truly being there.

And the hardest part is this:

I never told them what happened.

I could have shared the truth, my pain — maybe things would have turned out differently. But I chose respect. I saw the bond you built with them… and I refused to break it. So I stayed silent. I carried every wound quietly. I drank the silence. And somehow — that cost me them.

It wasn’t losing you that hurt the most.

It was the distance that formed between me and the people who should have understood. The ones who felt something was wrong — but never asked. The ones who let me disappear, because silence was easier than truth.

So no — I don’t hate you.

But I hate what loving you left behind. I hate that it taught me to question every good thing. I hate the distance it carved between me and the people I truly cared for. I hate that walking away wasn’t a choice — it was the only way to keep my peace.

And maybe that’s what love should never be —

something you have to recover from.

[remanence-of-love]

[apoetsscribe]

The unnecessary fretting whirlwind of thoughts before bed; how seamlessly they leave wreaking havoc in their wake as they leave my mind, on for the next to consume.

[thehiraethoasis]

They pass through me effortlessly, yet each departure feels like a storm, and I’m left gathering myself, waiting for calm that never seems to come.

[thehiraethoasis]

When Hope Trembles

Life has a way of testing us.

Sometimes, it feels like one tragedy after another — and all we can do is hold on to the one thing that keeps us going: hope.

Hope for a better day.

A kinder moment.

A life that doesn’t feel so heavy.

But everyone has their own limit.

Their own point where hope starts to shake.

For some, hope stays strong no matter how hard life gets.

For others, it starts to fade — slowly, quietly — worn down by heartbreak, disappointment, or just waiting too long for something that never comes.

And then comes that moment — when hope trembles.

It doesn’t mean we’ve lost it.

It just means we’re tired.

It means we’ve been fighting for so long that even our hope needs a break.

But even in that trembling, there’s something beautiful.

Because it means we still care.

We still believe — even just a little.

Sometimes, a trembling hope is still hope.

And sometimes, that’s enough to keep going.

[havoc-93]

[koritsi-ths-nuxtass]

real

[thehiraethoasis]

Karu

You’ve been with me through every phase of what I thought love was — from the times I gave everything in its name, to the moments I convinced myself that love from someone else wasn’t something I needed. I know I’ve been reluctant, guarded, and even afraid at times, and you’ve felt the weight of that more than anyone.

I’ve cast people off — not always with words, but with silence, with distance, with fear disguised as strength. Yet somehow, you never faltered. You stayed, patiently, quietly, with a kind of love that asked for nothing in return.

But somewhere along the way, it grew heavy for me to keep holding you at a distance, of pretending I didn’t feel the warmth you offered so freely. I began to feel a soft ache in my heart — the kind that reminds you of something real, something worth holding onto.

You’ve shown me how beautiful life can be when I allow myself to accept love — the kind I once believe was unnecessary. You made me realize that love isn’t something to fear or prove, but something to open myself to.

And through you, I’ve come to understand that I too deserve a love that is true, gentle, and steady — the kind of love that only you have given me.

And now, I see it clearly: that love has always been you.

[thehiraethoasis]

Bestfriends, Once

As I grow older, I’ve come to understand that the impact people have in our lives will not always remain the same. Some people leave a great mark in one moment, only to fade slowly as time passes. Some blossom into something truly worthwhile. Some remain just as they were — familiar, but distant.

It’s a strange feeling to realize that those who once felt like home can become strangers in quiet ways. I guess that’s part of growing up — learning that connections change, not always because of anger or choice, but simply because life moves us in different directions.

Still, I’m grateful for the moments that were real — for the laughter, the shared stories, and the comfort that once felt endless. Even if things aren’t the same, they’ll always be part of who I am.

[isaipoet]

trust—

[thehiraethoasis]

Some Distances

What’s hardest about sharing a circle with someone you once loved isn’t the memories — it’s realizing that the people around you knew what broke you, yet chose silence.

Years have passed, and the ache no longer comes from love lost, but from trust misplaced — the kind that leaves no visible scars, only a quiet shift in how you see the world.

I’ve known hurt before — the kind you swallow whole and hide, because your reasons feel too small, too selfish. I understand now that loyalties are rarely simple, and not everyone can stand between two stories that collide. Still, a part of me wished someone had chosen to protect my peace. That someone had read the quiet, noticed how my laughter trembled at the edges, and didn’t need to ask if I was okay — because real friends just know.

It’s strange how empathy can be selective. I’ve seen others held with tenderness, comfort offered freely to those whose pain sounded too familiar to mine. And I couldn’t help but wonder why that same grace never found me.

I stayed silent about what happened. I kept him clean — preserved his image at the cost of my own calm. In doing so, I became the one who quietly disappeared.

It’s behind me now. I’ve learned to let go — to stop expecting warmth from those who only know how to stand close, not care deeply. The friendship still exists, but it doesn’t feel the same. And maybe it isn’t supposed to.

Some distances, I’ve learned, don’t mean loss. They’re reminders that peace often begins where closeness ends.

[thehiraethoasis]

What Stayed, What Grew

Once a boy, so loud, so near,

Always teasing, full of cheer.

A girl would frown, “He annoys me,”

But still he stayed, so patiently.

He asked her how her day had been,

He listened close, he made her grin.

Through every “no,” he did not stray,

He showed his love in quiet ways.

One day beneath the ocean sky,

She looked at him and wondered why…

Why he had never walked away,

Why he had chosen her each day.

In that moment, clear and new —

She loved him back, she felt it too.

From teasing starts to love so bright,

They choose each other day and night.

And so their tale will always be,

A love that grew so patiently.

Not loud, not rushed, but soft, and true —

A love that lasts, through and through.

[thehiraethoasis]

The Art of Letting Go

Beauty is found in the art of letting go.

At sunset, the sky becomes a canvas of fire and gold, a masterpiece that lasts only for a breath. And then, quietly, it disappears beneath the horizon. That fleeting moment — fragile yet radiant — is what makes it precious. The sun surrenders so the moon can rise.

When we remember that nothing lasts, our hearts soften. Impermanence becomes a teacher, reminding us to be fully present. To notice, to savor, to love. Because when we cling too tightly to what has already passed, we close the door to what’s still waiting for us.

Letting go isn’t about loss. It’s about trust — trusting that in the empty space, something new will find its way in. Maybe unexpected, maybe better, maybe simply different. But always enough.

[thehiraethoasis]

A Lovely Ache?

Is there truly such a thing as sweeter pain?

Can a wound taste sweet

when it drips with blood?

What of heartache—

is it a tender agony,

a gentle torment in soul?

Or is it nothing more

than sorrow dressed in pretty words,

a misery disguised as poetry?