Poetry
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You know that feeling when the silence in your house is so loud it’s practically screaming at you? Yeah, that’s my life now. Kids grow up, life moves on, and somehow, here I am—staring at walls that were once full of noise, wondering how I got here. Fun times, right? It’s not like loneliness kicks
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Letting go is hard. Even when you know deep down that your heart will eventually heal, it’s like taking a deep breath you haven’t felt in years. There’s a lightness that comes with it—the thought of moving forward. Yet, despite that weight lifting, letting go can still feel impossible. Love is such a beautifully messy
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I’ve spent a fair amount of my life feeling like I’ve made the worst decisions possible. I think in a lot of ways, a lot of people feel that way. I could write a dissertation and bore you to actual tears with all of them but I’ll skip that for the sake of time and
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It’s dark and quiet in the room. The lights are turned down low. Your family has left. It’s just me left. Just me, and you, and your quiet slow breaths. I pull a stool up beside your bed and wrap my hand around yours. I could leave. Your family has. Apparently at peace with what
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I peel back the covers and pull my eyelids open, feeling the absolute silence that surrounds me. It creeps in and fills my bones the second I wake every single morning. I used to run from it, filling this room with music, sounds of the sea, rain, old news, or just anything to keep the
I Would Rather Be In Bed 