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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Shedding Season
I’m shedding the skin of the woman I wore— stitched from silence, pressed to perform, tight at the seams with smiles that weren’t mine.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
Healing Looks Like This
Healing looks like stepping into the sun— your skin too pale, the light almost too much— but you go anyway. Because warmth,
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
April in Seventeen Syllables
I can’t believe we’re at the end of the month already. Is it just me, or did April drag a little—but like, in a weirdly needed way? I think it made space for me to finally catch up with myself.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
Where Nothing Should Bloom
A single green breath pushes through salted silence— sand-swept, sun-beaten, where no garden has ever been and no gardener waits.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
Ode to the Sun
Intro The sun scorches, heals, and humbles—sometimes all at once. Inspired by a simple prompt to write about the sun, this original poem captures the raw, almost feral power of light and heat pressing down on us. Far from gentle, the sun demands recognition, and through it, we glimpse something greater—creation itself burning against the sky.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
Rocky Mountain High Love
This isn’t a poem about the Rocky Mountains. It’s about a girl who lost her way, and the man who helped her find it again
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
The Girl in the Margins
I open the spine and find you again— ink-blotted girl with sky-wide dreams, your laughter pressed between lines, your grief hidden in margins.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
The Stone Was Rolled For Me
They pierced His hands, thinking they silenced grace. But Love doesn’t die— it waits. Three days of silence did not mean defeat. The tomb held His body, but never His peace.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
He Loved Me First
I found love first in silence— not in a voice, but in presence. God met me where loneliness tried to make a home. And that’s when I learned love doesn't need touch to hold you.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
I Wonder What Mary Felt
I wonder what Mary felt. Not the saint in stained glass— but the mother. The woman. The girl who said yes before she even knew what that yes would cost her.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
The House I Outgrew
I was raised in a house of whispered rules— not spoken, just felt. Like cold floors in the morning or the way my mother sighed instead of apologizing.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
A Place the Mind Forgets
I woke in the hallway of nowhere— walls pulsing with light, as if memory had been replaced with color. No doors. No turns. Just the endless stretch of thought, painted in hues too bright to trust.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets

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Shedding Season

Healing Looks Like This

April in Seventeen Syllables

Where Nothing Should Bloom

Ode to the Sun

Rocky Mountain High Love

The Girl in the Margins

The Stone Was Rolled For Me

He Loved Me First

I Wonder What Mary Felt

The House I Outgrew

A Place the Mind Forgets

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