G “Go on,” the other voice says, easy, bright, like it’s smiling while it talks. I’m sitting on my bed again, light spilling in like it chose me. I tell it, “I freeze when crying starts.” The room stays normal. My chest doesn’t. Joy is what people see on me, clean and practiced, but here I am coun...Read more

Morning opens in leaf light, a thin green hush on the ground. I follow what keeps growing without asking why. Moss holds the memory of rain. Roots write their names in dark soil. Behind me, old echoes thin out, losing shape, losing claim. Light slips through the branches not to rescue, only to rem...Read more

Tomorrow is a habit Not a promise We say it like it signed something But it never did You could leave today Mid task Mid prayer Mid thought that you still had time That is not meant to scare you It is meant to wake you up I have seen stories where the night comes early Where the rich store grain ...Read more

“You look tired.” Yeah…I haven’t slept right in weeks. Every time I close my eyes it’s the same picture playing again, same room,same darkness, same silence thick like wet cloth. “And you still try to rest?” I do. But the moment I drift, the world flips its colours on me. Red turns cold. Green turn...Read more

Fall The word itself feels like descent whisper an ending dressed in motion A soft collapse The surrender of stars Child do you feel it The hum beneath your ribs where blood begins to remember ruin That not fear That recognition You were born from the dark and to the dark you return not as a wande...Read more

(for the heavy gear — for the thing that reaches and never meets) --- my chest wears iron like an apology: bolts of old shame, straps threaded with nights I couldn't fix. i reach palms like signal-lamps through fog and something answers in the shape of a voice, a silhouette; my fingers pass thr...Read more

why now is this mercy or test? rehearsal? trick of timing? do you arrive because I am small enough to pick up, or because I am tired enough to stop resisting? why wait until the bones remember their names? you say you were always somewhere a soft weather behind curtains but I felt storms. I felt me...Read more

why now why when I am a cliff's last breath, leaning, why when the blood of my small victories dries into dust, why when my teeth have learned to grind sorrow into muscle? why now you arrive at my breaking like a guest who forgot the invitation was to a funeral. why knock when the house has learned...Read more

I want to tell you but the words never come out right. They twist,they blur, and by the time they reach you I’m afraid they sound like nothing at all. I talk, but you don’t hear me or maybe you do, just not the way I meant. And each misheard syllable cuts deeper than silence. The truth is,...Read more