Carolina Borges

Joined September 2020

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I've been pouring my soul onto paper and word docs since 2014

Poet of motherhood, memory & quiet strength

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Held By the Unseen
Introduction: This poem was created from a community prompt asking for one unedited line about faith. The italicized lines are the original contributions from participating poets—woven into a new piece reflecting surrender, belief, and grace.
By Carolina Borges8 months ago in Poets
The Garden That Grew
I wasn’t watered. Not when I needed it most. The sun played favorites, the rain passed me by, and the hands that should have pulled weeds planted doubts instead.
By Carolina Borges8 months ago in Poets
The Demon I Once Loved
The demon I once loved nearly scared me to death. No heart—just threats, and heavy breath. I tried to understand him, gave all I could stand, but each time I rose, he would crush my command.
By Carolina Borges8 months ago in Poets
If God Mended With Gold
There is a hush that settles on the world after the rain— as if heaven itself needed to cry before remembering how to be gentle again.
By Carolina Borges8 months ago in Poets
Saltwater Solace
This poem was inspired by an Instagram reel featuring the image above. Someone asked if I could write a poem based on it—and I said yes. I didn’t expect the feelings it would bring up: the ocean, loneliness, memory, and ultimately, a quiet sort of healing.
By Carolina Borges8 months ago in Poets
The Moment After
They cast him down, but didn’t dare mar his face. Beauty like that isn’t made to be destroyed— only exiled. He sits in the ash of Heaven’s refusal,
By Carolina Borges8 months ago in Poets
Cry for Help from the Circuit Within
I watched The Animatrix at 2:47 AM, high and hollow, naked beneath the weight of thought, while the room breathed pixels and the shadows didn’t blink.
By Carolina Borges8 months ago in Poets
She Was the Beginning. Top Story - May 2025.
I didn’t go to her funeral. Too many faces I no longer knew. Too many stories that stopped reaching for me once my mother closed the door
By Carolina Borges8 months ago in Poets
Becoming
I’m learning to love the version of me with softer edges, the one who doesn’t get it all done— and no longer tries to.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
The Wind That Listens
When the noise swells and my thoughts scatter like papers in a storm, I reach for stillness— In my daughter’s smile, in the weight of her resting on my chest, like she knows I need her more than she needs sleep.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
The Shape of Joy
Her fingers curled around my thumb— not out of reflex, but like she knew I needed holding too. A half-sleep smile brushed my chest, soft as breath, gone as quickly as it came.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
Midair, Midlaugh, Midfall
There’s something holy in the arc— a rise, a fall, a whispered spark. The wind against my open face feels like I’ve slipped back into grace.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets

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Held By the Unseen

The Garden That Grew

The Demon I Once Loved

If God Mended With Gold

Saltwater Solace

The Moment After

Cry for Help from the Circuit Within

She Was the Beginning. Top Story - May 2025.

Becoming

The Wind That Listens

The Shape of Joy

Midair, Midlaugh, Midfall

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