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Yours
Yours
I am yours
not as something kept or claimed,
not bound by hands or marked by name,
but as the stars belong to sky,
still burning bright, still passing by
never asking where to lie.
The way the moon belongs to tides,
never touching what it guides,
pulling oceans in their sleep
undeniable force that needn’t speak.
How morn belongs to birds that sing
in early light on fragile ...
Monday 18th May 2026 10:12 am
Invited By Time
I used to think time was something chasing me.
Lately, I’m learning it may simply be asking me to stay.
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Invited By Time
The clock is not a warning.
It is a witness.
Every second,
a quiet record
of who I am learning to be.
It does not rush me.
It does not ask
for more than I can give.
It simply continues.
Steady.
Unconcerned
with whether I keep up.
There was a ti...
Wednesday 6th May 2026 11:15 am
What Truly Matters, part 2
Tuesday 29th July 2025 6:58 am
What Truly Matters, part 1
Monday 28th July 2025 12:44 pm
No More Crumbs!
Monday 2nd June 2025 10:04 am
A Quiet Strength
When tempers flare and voices rise,
It’s wise to breathe, not moralise.
A quiet word can cool the flame,
While shouting only spreads the blame.
When someone mocks or plays unfair,
Step back – don’t answer with a stare.
For digging traps for someone’s fall
Might lead you to your own downfall.
If rumours swirl and trust is thin,
Let honesty speak from within.
Your name is worth more th...
Saturday 12th April 2025 7:20 am
The Last Letter (Continued)
David sat in his childhood room, the stack of letters trembling in his hands. Each one was a window into his mother’s heart—a heart he had taken for granted. Her words, so full of love and longing, cut through the years of silence between them.
He found a letter dated ten years earlier. It spoke of her hope to see him at Christmas. He hadn’t come that year. Another letter, written five years ag...
Saturday 28th December 2024 1:36 pm
The Last Letter
Evelyn sat by the window, her frail hands clutching a pen. Outside, snow blanketed the empty street, muffling the world in silence. The house was still except for the faint ticking of a clock, marking moments that felt too long and too short all at once.
She stared at the blank sheet of paper on the desk before her. For years, she'd written to her son, David. She’d sent birthday cards, Christma...
Saturday 28th December 2024 1:24 pm
When His Words Become Hands
His words could become sharp as corners
And trap you there
Flailing in his grasp
They could pinch your skin
Until you cried
And cried
Throughout your shifts
They could catch your wrists and stop you
From moving on
From moving
They could lock the doors, no leaving
They could shame you and shrink you
They could come flying in from an open window,
A buzzing phon...
Monday 8th March 2021 7:27 pm

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