I laugh like nothing’s wrong, like my chest isn’t a storm wrapped in skin and silence. I walk through days as if I’m whole, but every step feels borrowed, every breath feels thin. There’s a kind of pain that doesn’t scream, it just settles, soft and heavy, like dust on a forgotten shelf. People ask,...Read more

Is dit nie mooi nie, hoe die branders bly probeer? Hulle soen die sand, al word dit elke keer verweer. Net soos ek, wat keer op keer my masker stywer trek, terwyl die krake in my stem my eie leuens ontdek. ​Ek staan hier in die skadu van wie ek dink ek is, met 'n hart wat alles het, maar steeds die ...Read more

I am more than my skin, though each morning it is the first scripture I am forced to read. I meet my reflection with a practiced softness, wishing the evidence of survival would loosen its grip, wishing time might unlearn what it carved into me. I try, earnestly, reverently, yet the question still ...Read more

Was it a name or a pattern that taught your nervous system to flinch at tenderness? You didn’t shatter loudly. You learned instead the quiet craft of survival, how to fold your light small, how to swallow questions, how to call betrayal love just to stay warm. They came dressed as fate. Soft voice. ...Read more