Category: poem

If my daughter asks why women walk with fear tucked quietly inside their pockets,I’ll tell her this:We do not fear darkness itself.Instead, we fear the things that hide within it,the footsteps that follow too closely,the shadows that move when no wind blows,and the stories shared in whispers that begin with,“I thought I was safe…” Why…

For the boys who learned to laughthrough brokenness,turning jokes into shieldsbecause humor was the only placePain couldn’t follow them. For the boys who whisperedtheir stories into pillowsbecause no one ever taught themthat a man’s voicecan tremble and still be respected. For the boys who were mockedwhen they tried to confess,who were told,“How can a woman…

When the mind snaps…It doesn’t always scream.Sometimes it goes quiet,too quiet.Like a storm pretending to restwhile destroying everything inside. And when you see someone breaking…Don’t rush to fix them.Be still.Because sometimes,the holiest thing you can offeris silence that listens. Don’t say, “Calm down.”Say, “You’re safe. I’m here.”Let your presence become a handthat steadies their shaking…

There will never be a perfect man.At some point, he will disappoint you.He will be inconsistent,his patience will run thin,he won’t always know how to carry the weight of your mood swings.And yes, he gets angry too.His mood shifts, just like yours. But love,love is not about finding perfection.It’s about embracing the cracks,the moments that…