Beneath My Silence – If Love Finds Me Again

If love ever finds me again, I hope it arrives gently. I hope it’s someone who hears the words I never quite know how to say, and understands the silence between them.

Someone who delights in the little things ~

not because they are grand, but because they matter to me.

Someone who chooses me, even on ordinary days, and reminds me through small, quiet gestures that I am never an afterthought. I hope for a heart that feels like home ~

steady, kind, and unwavering.

A presence that brings peace rather than uncertainty. A hand that reaches for mine when life becomes difficult, without waiting to be asked. Someone who protects not by control, but […]

Beneath My Silence – Alone, Yet Never Lonely

Being alone is simply a circumstance. It is neither good nor bad. It is a quiet place where we can hear our own thoughts, discover our own strength, and become comfortable in our own company.

Loneliness is something different. It is not measured by the number of people around us, but by the ache within our hearts.

It can visit even in a crowded room and leave us feeling unseen.

I may walk through life alone, but I am not lonely, for I have learned to befriend myself. I have found peace in quiet moments and comfort in simply being. Still, there are days when loneliness quietly arrives. It reminds me that I long […]

Beneath My Silence – When You Feel Like No One’s First Choice

Do you ever catch yourself thinking that you are no one’s first choice –

not the favorite, not the one someone reaches for first –

just quietly present, lingering in the background?

And in that moment, you feel the pull to retreat –

not out of anger, but out of a quiet ache, a longing to be alone where it feels safer than feeling invisible.

Beneath My Silence – From Disconnection to Awakening

From Disconnection to Awakening: A Culture in Transition

We shifted from courtesy to defense ~ from “excuse me” to “get out of my way.”

From “how can I help?” to “what’s in it for me?”

We stopped worrying about how we were perceived ~

and started caring even less about each other. They were fake. We were just being “authentic.”

The collective became the individual. Friendships turned into strategic alliances. Community fragmented into tribes. Engagement became a kind of currency. When we weren’t heard, we shouted louder ~

or silenced others to make space for our noise. Anyone outside our circle became a threat. Uniformity was applauded ~ loudly, constantly. We wore […]

Beneath My Silence – To Be Seen, To Be Heard

I never set out to be emotional. I just wanted to be understood. To be seen.

Not just the words I manage to say out loud ~

but the quiet weight I carry beneath the surface, the things I tuck away where no one looks. Some days it feels like people only hear what’s comfortable for them.

They offer smiles, polite nods …

but they don’t really listen. There are moments I feel completely unseen ~

like I am standing in the middle of a storm, no one notices. And still, I smile. Still, I pretend. Even when I’m unraveling inside, clinging to what little strength I have left. It’s not about needing attention. It’s about longing for presence. For someone to ask,

“How are you […]

Beneath My Silence – I’m Homesick for a Haven

I’m homesick for a haven I’m not sure exists – a place where my heart is whole, my body safe, and my soul no longer lonely.

I search for it in quiet mornings, in strangers’ smiles, in the way sunlight rests on my skin.

Sometimes, I almost feel it—
in a song, in the hush of trees, in the memory of being held

Beneath My Silence – Poems

Beneath My Silence

There are stories we tell out loud – and there are ones we carry quietly etched beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to be heard.

This collection of poems was born from those quieter places –

where words once trembled behind closed lips, where pain and resilience lived side by side, and where healing began not with answers but honesty.

Beneath My Silence is a journey through grief, hope, meaning, and memory. It’s shaped by the echoes of my past and the wisdom of surviving it. Some poems emerged from sorrow, others from joy, but all are threads of a life deeply felt and deeply lived. These poems hold what I couldn’t say out loud. Thank you for listening.

Doré

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