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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 […]

By Doré Frances|2026-08-06T11:01:56-06:00August 6th, 2026|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Collections, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

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 […]

By Doré Frances|2026-07-30T12:45:22-06:00July 30th, 2026|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence: A Poem About Missing Someone in Silence

Missing someone you cannot speak of is its own kind of silence. Not because the feeling isn’t real ~ but because it isn’t something the world would understand. So you carry it inward, like something sacred. No messages. No reaching out. No words to give it form.

Only the quiet dialogue that never leaves your heart. They return in subtle ways—
in a passing breeze, in dreams that linger, in the stillness of moments no one else notices.

You don’t miss them out loud. You miss them in the spaces between ~ between what is spoken and what remains unspoken.

And somehow, it is in that silence that they continue to exist.

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T12:09:06-06:00March 23rd, 2026|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments