Series

Beneath My Silence – Live in the Moment -Series

In the blink of an eye, a day slips past.

Then a week, a month ~ gone by just as fast. Seasons turn, years fade from view, and one day, it won’t just be me ~

it will be you, too. So maybe, instead of wishing for more time, we should open our eyes, let each moment shine, notice the light, the love, the sky ~

and ask ourselves how we are living, not just why. Let’s be present, let’s be kind, let’s seek the best in heart and mind. Because whether we get one life or many, joy is in the moment.

That’s worth more than anything else. Time moves fast, it doesn’t wait ~

so live now, before it’s too late.

By Doré Frances|2025-10-04T13:34:16-06:00July 5th, 2025|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Series|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence – Why Healing Feels Exhausting – Series

No one warns you that healing can be exhausting. When your nervous system begins to feel safe after years in survival mode, your body often asks for rest –

deep, quiet, uninterrupted rest. You’re not being lazy. You’re finally safe enough to slow down. Let your body have the stillness it was once denied. You’ve earned it. Rest isn’t a luxury –

it’s a homecoming. You’re healing. And that takes everything. Give yourself grace. This is part of the journey.

By Doré Frances|2025-10-04T13:34:42-06:00July 4th, 2025|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Series|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence – The Weight Behind Survival: More Exhaustion Than Strength – Series

What’s behind many survivors isn’t always strength – but exhaustion. The kind that comes from holding it together alone, in a world that never made space for their pain, never offered a safe place to breathe or fall apart.

By Doré Frances|2025-10-04T13:36:06-06:00June 22nd, 2025|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Dore Frances, Series|0 Comments

Woodstock: Still Standing: The Spirit of Woodstock – Series

Quick—what pops into your head when you hear Woodstock? Peace signs and flower crowns? Psychedelics and guitar solos? Or a sea of beautiful souls living in harmony?

That silver-haired pair behind you at the grocery store?

They once stood under rain-soaked skies, wrapped in music and revolution at Woodstock.

Woodstock changed me in ways I never expected—and though running away to get there was bold, it was worth every step.

After three days steeped in peace, love, and music, the shift back to reality was jarring. The warm chaos of Woodstock faded fast as I stepped through the door and was met with two disapproving faces—no flower crowns, just cold stares. My father told me he was disappointed. My stepmother […]

By Doré Frances|2025-10-04T13:36:32-06:00June 21st, 2025|Dore Frances, Series, Woodstock 1969 Series|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence – The Last Time: Learning to Love the Ordinary Moments -Series

If I could offer you just one piece of advice to carry with you, it would be this: cherish the moments – every single one –

with the people, places, and things you love. Because everything has a final time, and more often than not, we don’t realize we are living a “last” until it’s already passed.

The last sunrise you’ll ever see. The last time you taste your favorite dessert. The last time you walk through a familiar doorway, hold your pet close, or hear a loved one ‘s voice. Sometimes we’re lucky enough to know when it’s the end –

and we get the chance to soak it in. But more often, the goodbye is silent and slips by unnoticed. So […]

By Doré Frances|2025-10-04T13:37:09-06:00June 21st, 2025|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Dore Frances, Series|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence – Woven Into Everything – Series

In Loving Memory of Those Gone Too Soon

We carry you in our hearts – in the quiet moments of dawn, in the stillness of the night, beneath starlit skies. You return in a melody, a familiar scent, a place that once held laughter. Though you are no longer here, you are never truly gone.

You are woven into everything.

By Doré Frances|2025-10-04T13:37:42-06:00June 18th, 2025|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Dore Frances, Series|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence – I Still Hold On to Hope – Series

I still hold on to hope. To the quiet strength of generosity. To the idea that kindness outlasts cruelty. That true power lies not in force –

but in grace. I believe a gentle word can soften anger. That tenderness holds its own quiet courage. And that we are so much more than what the world can see. Joy, I believe, is found not in things –

but in peace. And the simple acts of giving, without fanfare or reward, bring me peace. I believe love endures.

And no matter what storms may come –

I still believe.

By Doré Frances|2025-10-04T13:38:23-06:00June 17th, 2025|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Dore Frances, Series, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence – Something Broke Inside Me – Series

Something Broke Inside Me

It didn’t end my story, however, it rewrote the lines. A silent fracture, etched in time. I walked away – still breathing, yet changed in ways unseen. A quiet ache replaced the light of all I might have been.

That moment stole a piece of me, left hollow where hope had lived. Now I move with unseen sorrow, with nothing more to give. I survived –

yet not untouched. I live –

yet not the same. A stillness lingers in my chest, a whisper wrapped in pain. No one sees the loss I bear –

a scar the world can’t find. Yet I remember …

when something broke deep inside.