There is a trouble in your mouth that keeps returning.An ache, an inflammation, a tenderness in the gums, a weakening of the teeth that will not fully settle.You have tended it, again and again, and still it comes back, this… Read More ›
Your eyelids have begun to lower.A gentle heaviness at the edges, a softening downward, a quiet drawing of the veils over your eyes.They grow tired more easily now, these delicate curtains, and they long, it seems, to close and to… Read More ›
You are good at something.Perhaps very good.And yet, whenever it comes up,you brush it aside.Oh, it’s nothing.Anyone could do it.You shrink the gift before anyone else can,so you will never be seen as full of yourself. You are not insecure,… Read More ›
Upon your skin, marks have gathered over time.Waxy, raised, layered, as though something has settled softly onto the surface and stayed.They arrive with the passing of the years, these gentle accumulations, appearing quietly where once the skin was clear. Your… Read More ›
Something feels dimmed.The spark you used to carry,the sense of wonder, the aliveness,the quiet connection to something greater,all of it feels far away.Not quite sadness.More like a light that has gone soft and still. You are not broken.You have not… Read More ›
Upon your skin there are marks that are wholly your own.Small points where something has gathered, darkened, and settled at the surface.Some you have carried since birth, and some have arrived along the way. Your skin is holding these marks… Read More ›
There is a pain that arrives like a storm.Piercing, one-sided, gathered around the eye and the temple, sharp beyond words.It comes in cycles, in clusters, returning at its own hour, and it asks everything of you while it lasts. Your… Read More ›
You love them.You know you are safe with them.And still, in the closest moments,something in you tightens.A quiet urge to pull back,to look away, to protect a part of youeven here, even with them. You are not broken.You are not… Read More ›
In the small, unguarded moments, your hand rises to your mouth.A biting, a nibbling, a quiet gnawing at the very tips of your fingers.It happens in the waiting, in the worrying, in the still moments when something inside feels restless… Read More ›
You only meant to glance at it.A few headlines,a moment of catching up.And hours later,it is still with you,a heaviness in your chest,a low unease you cannot quite put down. You are not too sensitive for the world.You are not… Read More ›