Cleaving the cloud wide
open, wrens weave and fade; as
pinpricks on the sea.
About the Creator
The Illusion of Love
Following the peace I found in "The Encounter," I had to face a harder truth. Love isn't always a lighthouse; sometimes, it’s a mirror that reflects our own willingness to settle for less than we deserve. We often stay silent not because we are weak, but because we are trying to hold onto a ghost. This poem is about that delicate, painful threshold—knowing the lie, feeling the betrayal, yet choosing to stay for one more heartbeat, until the soul finally decides it has had enough.
By Magma Star7 days ago in Poets
Why Didn't Anyone Tell Us
Men, move along. This is not for you. This is for the women. I was forty-five when I began menopause. It is pretty young for that to be going on in a woman’s life, but I had undiagnosed PCOS, my entire life. Thank you to all the gynecologists I had seen my entire life. That in itself should encourage women to keep seeking second opinions, especially when you are not getting correct answers or any at all.
By Alexandra Grant5 days ago in Humans
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