Exploring the wild edges of emotion and reflection 🌿
I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood.
Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— LucÃa M.
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Poem prompt: If you could relive one day before the end of your days, which one would you choose?
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≻: Poem prompt: If you could relive one day before the end of your days, which one would you choose?To heal the child within, we must protect and nurture her spirit.
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12 Years Away
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≻: 12 Years AwayTwelve years away from the darkness I once knew, Where the shadows of my choices were heavy and untrue. I was someone I can barely…
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≻: A Betrayal of Trust
You were supposed to be a safe place, A pillar I could lean on When the world felt too heavy. But instead, you took my…
Harper Wilde Poetry 