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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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
Ode to the One Wrap That Ruined Me
Listen— I’m not saying this shawarma changed my life, but I am saying I saw God somewhere between the beef, chicken, falafel,
By Carolina Borges8 months ago in Feast
All the Ways I've Come Back to Myself
I used to think self-love was loud. Bold affirmations. Big decisions. A spotless track record. But now, I understand it’s often quieter— a whisper of grace in the middle of the mess. A deep breath in the chaos. A pause before the spiral. What follows are ten quiet truths I’ve learned to love about who I am becoming.
By Carolina Borges8 months ago in Humans
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 Borges8 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 Borges8 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
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

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The Moment After

Cry for Help from the Circuit Within

Ode to the One Wrap That Ruined Me

All the Ways I've Come Back to Myself

She Was the Beginning. Top Story - May 2025.

Becoming

The Wind That Listens

The Shape of Joy

Midair, Midlaugh, Midfall

Shedding Season

Healing Looks Like This

April in Seventeen Syllables

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