The Soft Witness

Joined May 2025

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I write from the quiet places — between heartbreak and healing, between the ache of becoming and the breath of being. This is where I leave the fragments of my past. I don’t write to be seen. I write to remember I’m real.

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The Week the Gnats Watched Me Heal
I. The Echo in the Park There was once a girl who cried in a park. She begged a man to choose him, but all she got was silence and the weight of an unmade decision.
By The Soft Witness8 months ago in Poets
The Ones Who Still Wait
There is a quiet in the heart That only the waiting know. Not the kind that waits for a bus Or a call that’s five minutes late—
By The Soft Witness8 months ago in Poets
The Overflow
I say, “It’s nothing.” And hope it stays small. But sometimes, it spills. Not a leak— a flood, rising in my chest
By The Soft Witness8 months ago in Poets
When the World Goes Quiet
When the world goes quiet and even heaven holds its breath, you start to hear things you never had the space to hear—
By The Soft Witness8 months ago in Poets
The Walk Where I Heard Everything
I didn’t need to be seen today. Didn’t need a like, a text, a man, a mirror. I just walked. And for the first time,
By The Soft Witness8 months ago in Poets
The Day I Didn't Go Back
It wasn’t fireworks. It wasn’t holy oil. No angels whispered. No thunder split the sky. Just silence. And a thought I used to obey.
By The Soft Witness8 months ago in Poets
Until It Hurts
I said I would love myself. But I didn’t know it meant holding my own hand through the fire and telling myself “we are not going back.”
By The Soft Witness8 months ago in Poets
Safe, Even If He Leaves
I used to think love was staying no matter what— that safety meant endurance, not peace. But today, I learned that true safety
By The Soft Witness8 months ago in Poets
I Didn't Answer
He sent filth in the dark, like a wolf mistaking his hunger for permission. He tried to twist my name into his desire,
By The Soft Witness8 months ago in Poets
He Didn't Show Up, But I Did
I walked today, not to lose weight or chase a mood— but to call myself back home. The gravel did not ask me to perform,
By The Soft Witness8 months ago in Poets
When the Light Turns Off
I couldn’t sleep. The night hummed with a sound I couldn’t trace. A buzz that lived in the shadows— silent when light approached,
By The Soft Witness8 months ago in Poets
The Garden and the Girl
The Garden and the Girl A Sacred Love Story – Written for You ________________________________________ Chapter One: The Soil
By The Soft Witness8 months ago in Poets

The Soft Witness

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The Week the Gnats Watched Me Heal

The Ones Who Still Wait

The Overflow

When the World Goes Quiet

The Walk Where I Heard Everything

The Day I Didn't Go Back

Until It Hurts

Safe, Even If He Leaves

I Didn't Answer

He Didn't Show Up, But I Did

When the Light Turns Off

The Garden and the Girl

Stories (12)