Tag: Inner Voice

Where senses awaken, and a quiet part of me begins to write. I love when I can see with my hands.In the darkness, my fingers become ancient eyes—wise, knowing—capable of recognizing objects by their shape, by their temperature, by the memory they hold on the skin.I don’t need light. The…

Where mystery fades into promise, and every sunrise whispers of renewal Night has an indomitable nature. It is not merely a curtain of darkness: it is a living being that breathes and whispers. It drifts through the streets on invisible steps, hides secrets beneath its cloak, and shelters those who…

Intro This I AM poem was born as a meditation on self-discovery and presence. It is both a declaration and a whisper, a way of naming myself in light, shadow, silence, and breath. Every word carries the essence of a poetic identity that goes beyond time, not yesterday, not tomorrow,…

Inspired by a truth that lives within There exists a place—not far, not quite close either—a place that doesn’t boast of wonders yet holds them all. It is not a kingdom of rainbows or candy-colored promises, nor a garden overflowing with roses that never wilt. No, it is far more…

A trembling confession: fear, healing, and the courage to be seen Although saying it aloud still sends a shiver through me, as if I were revealing an ancient secret kept in the depths of a wooden chest, worn down by time. Since childhood, I knew that words held danger. In…

The sacred ritual of facing the blank page Finding a blank page is like stepping into a labyrinth of silences, a virgin territory where every corner waits to be discovered with the same reverence as caressing a lover’s sleeping face. The absence of words is not emptiness, but possibility—a pulsing…