Welcome to the Heartbeat of My Soul
Where Words Become Prayer, and Pain Becomes Purpose
Welcome, beloved soul, to the space where silence speaks and language becomes a living, breathing thing. This is more than a poetry page — it is a sanctuary for the spirit, a resting place for the weary-hearted, and a meeting ground for those who still believe in the power of beauty to heal what the world has tried to break.
Here, in this sacred space of syllables and stillness, you’ll find poetry woven from the raw edges of life — from heartbreak to healing, from shadow to starlight. These verses are not merely written… they are felt.
Each poem is a quiet revolution — a whisper to the weary, a hymn for the hopeful, a mirror for the mystic, and a refuge for the restless.
Whether you are searching for truth, aching for peace, or simply wandering the wilds of your own becoming…
Let these words hold you. Let them stir you. Let them remind you that you are never alone in your unraveling.
In these verses, you will find truth — not always tidy, but always tender.
Each line is carved from lived experience:
From the ache of letting go… to the gentle bloom of becoming.
From midnight wrestlings with grief… to sunlit encounters with grace.
From the questions that haunted… to the answers found in whispered moments of stillness.
This is poetry for the ones who feel deeply.
For the ones who carry invisible burdens and still choose to rise.
For the ones who see the sacred in the ordinary, who weep over sunsets and pray between breaths.
Here, I write not to impress — but to connect.
To create communion between soul and soul, between your journey and mine.
You’ll find poems on love that heals and devastates,
on loss that deepens and transforms,
on faith that flickers and blazes anew,
on resilience that refuses to die,
and on hope that reclaims even the most forgotten corners of the human heart.
Let this page be a journal of the sacred,
a collection of fragments that form a fuller picture of what it means to be beautifully human.
So take your time here.
Read slow.
Breathe deep.
Let the words rise to meet you like rain after drought.
And when you find a piece that feels like home....0stay awhile. You were meant to.
This is more than poetry.
This is remembrance.
This is revival.
This is the sacred art of turning pain into light.
This is alchemy in ink.
A Song Can Transport You Anywhere
A song drifts in, like a breath from the past,
Soft as the echo of love that couldn’t last.
It curls ‘round my heart in the quiet night air,
Yes, a song can transport you anywhere.
The moment it plays, I’m right back with you,
Under streetlight confessions and skies painted blue.
Your laugh is still warm in that old melody,
Like a ghost in the chords, still haunting me.
We danced once in kitchens, barefoot and bold,
Now the music just echoes the stories we told.
The lyrics remember what we couldn’t say,
How time pulled us slowly and softly away.
Each note is a thread in the life we outgrew,
A memory stitched in the sound of the dew.
And though we are strangers, the harmony knows
Where all of the unfinished feelings still go.
The chorus is tender, it opens the door
To a love that once lived, but lives here no more.
It hurts just to hear it, but still I remain,
For a song brings the sorrow as sweet as the rain.
No ticket required, no map and no plan,
Just one quiet tune and I’m holding your hand.
A love song, long faded, still fresh in its care,
Yes, a song can transport you anywhere.
The Comeback Kid
They broke her down with velvet lies,
With hollow praise and hollow eyes.
She gave her soul, her light, her trust,
But love, for them, was power and dust.
She bent, she bowed, she lost her spark,
Felt like a ghost inside the dark.
Each word they said, a sharpened dart,
Till silence grew around her heart.
She almost drowned in “not enough,”
In gaslit nights and love made rough.
But there's a flame you can’t erase,
A fire sleeping deep in grace.
One morning came, soft but loud,
She stood alone, but she stood proud.
No grand parade, no roaring scene,
Just breath and strength and something keen.
She found her name beneath the pain,
Her voice beneath the guilt and shame.
She learned to walk through all she feared,
And saw herself… and she appeared.
Not polished perfect, not pristine,
But raw and real and finally seen.
No need for crowns or golden thread,
She wore her scars with pride instead.
They called her “weak,” they said, “You’re done.”
But she rewrote what they'd begun.
From shattered girl to flame-lit grid,
She rose again… the comeback kid.
It Must Have Been Love, But It’s Over Now
It must have been love, at least on my side,
A flame I kept burning while you only lied.
I folded my hope like a note in your hand,
But you never saw me, you had other plans.
You smiled like forever, then vanished like mist,
Each moment we shared now a ghost I resist.
To you it was nothing, a game, just pretend,
But I was still dreaming you’d love in the end.
I traced all your silence and read it as care,
Built castles from glances that weren’t even there.
You played the part well, so charming, so sly,
But love isn’t real when it’s built on a lie.
I gave you the best of the heart that I had,
While you gave me reasons to question, feel bad.
Still, I held on tightly to shadows and thread,
Trying to feel you while bleeding instead.
You left me with questions, with bruises, with blame,
But I rose from the wreckage and whispered your name.
Not to call you, not to cry, just to vow
That it must have been love… but it’s over now.
And though it meant nothing to you, I still feel
The parts of me broken that once could be real.
But I’ve gathered those pieces and laid them to rest,
I may not have mattered to you, but I did my best.
So walk in your echo, go wear your disguise,
While I wear the truth in the depth of my eyes.
You’ll never know love like the kind I allowed…
It must have been love, but I’m stronger now.
