The Serenity Letters

I used to carry things that weren’t mine.Expectations wrapped in guilt,apologies that didn’t belong to me,and silence—God, the silence—that people mistook for peace. But it wasn’t peace.It was performance.It was...

Page by page,I amend myself—Not to erase who I was,but to honor the ink I bled to get here. I’m not ashamed of the scribbles.The messy margins.The chapters where I...

The trees stay loyal.They shed what no longer serves them,And somehow still find beauty in the break.But me?I’ve been shedding dreams so long,my hope’s bald in the mirror. Yeah, I...

I bit my tongue till it bled in the night,kept quiet to keep the wrong people right.Swallowed my pain, let my spirit decay,but silence was poison—it hollowed my day. I...

You were a storm I kept trying to love into sunlight.Every excuse, every second chance,I handed you my heart like it was a clearance rack item—discounted, disposable,yours to shred and...

Unclench.Not just your jaw—though that’s where it starts.That tight spot you didn’t even noticeUntil it pulsed like a warning light.Yeah, that. Unclench your fists, love.You’ve been holding ghosts like they’re...

You didn’t love me.You loved the girl who flinched when you raised your voice,the one who apologized just to keep the peace—even when she wasn’t the one who broke it....

You said “I’m sorry” like it fixed the flame,Like my scorched heart would forget your name.But baby, you can't bandage a bullet woundWith a whisper and a half-hearted tune. Your...

I gave myself permission to slow down—not because the world paused for me,but because I was tired of bleeding for clocksthat never bled back. They told me “keep pushing,”like ambition...

I’m not where I want to be.Not yet.But here’s the thing—I’m not where I was either. Yeah, I’ve had setbacks.Life hit me with its storms,left dents in my plans and...

You can’t stitch wounds where the blade still plays,Can’t outrun storms while you live in the rain,You’re telling yourself, “Healing’s just a phase,”While you dance with the ghost that’s causing...

Soft starts,even on hard days.Even when the world feels likea heavy coat you can’t take off,even when your coffee gets coldwhile you’re wiping small tearsfrom small faceswho only know you...