I learned early how to survive absence, how to leave without drama. Quiet, deliberate, and alone, I mastered the art of withdrawing. Rooms emptied. Voices faded. Doors closed. This is a reflection on solitude, early lessons in leaving, and the quiet skill of surviving the empty spaces life leaves behind.
Posts tagged Introspection
Kintsugi Me: Seeking Beauty in My Breakage |
Right Piece. Wrong Puzzle.
At 51, after 2 strokes and decades of misfit labor, I’m learning to embrace my flaws. Like kintsugi, my breakage and repair tell a story—my story—of struggle, survival, and the art of becoming whole again.
Where Are You?
In Where Are You, I explore the quiet ache of searching for what feels lost. The quiet tension between searching and waiting, exploring how we navigate uncertainty, memory. I reflect on the emotional landscape that forms when something important slips out of reach and how the patience required to trust it may return in its own time.
Still Time
This poem reflects on the quiet spaces between motion and memory—the pause before change, the echo after a dream. It’s about learning to breathe within the rush of time, to notice the small moments that keep us grounded even as everything continues to move forward.
My Untold Story
Through “My Untold Story,” I wrestle with creation, control, and consequence. I watch my characters breathe, stumble, and fade within unfinished pages. This poem captures my intimate reflection on the creative process, the burden of imagination, and the ache of seeing the stories I long to tell remain untold.
Perhaps Curiosity Is My Passion
We’re told to “find our passion,” but what if passion isn’t the point? Let’s explore the power of curiosity — the drive to question, understand, and keep learning — as a lifelong source of meaning and wonder. Perhaps curiosity, not passion, is what truly fuels us.
Two Black Eyes
A moment from my childhood still follows me—the day a neighbor’s taunts turned into a sudden blow I never saw coming. I didn’t understand what I’d done, only that the impact and confusion stayed with me for decades. This story explores how one strange afternoon shaped my sense of guilt and memory.