Beneath My Silence – Live in the Moment

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.

Beneath My Silence – Why Healing Feels Exhausting

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.

 

Beneath My Silence – I Still Hold On to Hope

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.  

Beneath My Silence – Something Broke Inside Me

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.

 

 

Beneath My Silence – They Were Part of Your Story – A Poem on Letting Go

It’s a strange thing – how someone can be woven into your daily life for what feels like forever, and then suddenly, they’re not. Maybe it ended quietly, maybe it fell apart. Either way, the absence is real, and the chnage is jarring. You might still carry unanswered questions. You might still hurt.

And that’s okay. Heartache doesn’t follow a schedule. The memories don’t just fade on command. They linger –

in songs, in places, in ordinary moments that unexpectedly bring that person rushing back to your mind.

They were part of your story …

and no matter how it ended, they mattered. But here’s what’s also true:

not all people are meant to stay. Some enter our lives to teach us, challenge us, love […]

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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