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She Who Walks Between
What happens when balance, restraint, and the quiet authority that emerges when kindness is mistaken for permission. She stands between light and dark — unseen, until she is not.
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The Library
I return here when the world outside becomes too loud. The hallway stretches into a distance I cannot measure, lined with …
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Exhale.
And in that moment, you look at yourself with the softness you so easily give to others, but so rarely offer your own reflection…
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Everywhere
We never actually lost ourselves; we just had to learn how to come back. To the song, to the twirling, and to the light that has always been ours
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Relapsing
Even when I do all the right things, when I set and maintain the boundaries I know I need, I can still slip. I slip because I wanted them to love me. Because I relive old wounds, time and again — wanting to be chosen, wanting to be loved, wanting to be seen. This time,…
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The Bridges In-Between
It’s true, not all of us who wander are lost. We slip between worlds, searching, exploring— summoned by the songs on the wind that call to us when we’ve stayed too long.
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Mirror Men
I hear a stirring in the attic like dry leaves skittering on bone. Something is moving up there. I stop beneath the opening and listen
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Standing Inside the Boundary
Boundaries are heavy things when you love someone. It is so hard when you actively feel their pain
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Pain as a cloaking mantle
Sometimes we wear our pain like a mantle — a heavy, familiar cloak that hides us from the world and even from ourselves. To prove our worth, or our low worth. Unsure what we are without it, scared it’s nothing, empty.