You have a reason— A reason why I stand here recounting my steps. You definitely thought it through: my being born to my parents, Me with my siblings. You planned that, I am sure of this. So if You had a reason for the good, You have a reason for the bad. And since You
These four words—loss, grief, love, and life—are deeply intertwined for me. Whenever I reflect on one, the others inevitably come to mind. They are interconnected, each shaping and defining the other in profound ways. Loss is the end of something whether relationship, dream or a phase of life. For me in recent times, has often
January began with me writing down my goals and New Year’s resolutions. I know—it’s cliché—but it had been so long since I last did it. On December 31st, as I prayed, I felt an overwhelming certainty that 2025 would be different. It was as if I heard a voice telling me so. I got everything
Pink When I was a child, I was always in tune with my favorite hue, It made me feel like I was girlie enough, and that meant attractive. Looking at my rulers, my journals, and my dresses, I unearthed the long-lost princess within me, At least it made me feel like royalty— A world wrapped
“Again he said unto me, ‘Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord. Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones; Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and ye shall live: And I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up
I finally deleted your pictures, I finally removed the last of us. I hate how I glow in each frame that remains, Hate the wine glass, my lip stain, Hate to see my favorite dresses I’ll never wear again, Hate the pictures of food aesthetics, the art on my plate. Your face can’t be in
Shame is relative with matters of the heart, but is guilt truly inevitable? Is it that easy to break a person’s will or heart? Who is the mender of both? Does the heart know when the palpitations will come? You’re strong, they say. I was once broken; It was temporary. I became emotionally indifferent
Remember, I ended with how I love being the unrepaired car? It has been two years, and I am still the unrepaired car— The ungrateful car that keeps its owner sad and worried. But regardless of my attitude, He still wants to be seen with me. Unworthy as I am, I would rather have my
I am like the unrepaired car, You know the one that manages to get around town? It looks clean on the outside, but the inside is in bad shape. You can’t truly understand what it’s like until you’re inside it. I am like the unrepaired car. Every time I encounter a pothole, I am afraid—
It wasn’t just about you It wasn’t just about the things you did It’s not you It’s me It’s about the people in my life It’s about the constant hurt in different repeated forms It’s about not seeing the pattern until it’s too late I always want a forever bond with the people in
