LOVE

When Love Finds Me
She came like quiet rain—
not loud, not boastful,
but sure.
She didn’t ask for proof,
she became it.
In her smile, I remembered
how it feels to be seen
without hiding.
Love didn’t shout—
it whispered, “You’re safe now.”

I miss my happiness...
I miss my smile
I feel trapped,
I can't get out.

Have been running in a dark room and no one's been able to see me...
The hole I have inside it's too deep.
And it hurts so much.

I want to escape but I can't.
I want to make this work,
But I don't have support...
I just feel trapped,
Regrets fill up my mind,
Torment and pain are my daily bread,
My mind and heart are fighting in different directions.
I am just tired....

Waiting a Little Longer

I’ve stood at the edge of surrender,
Where silence grows louder
And time feels cruel—
But still, I wait.

Not because it’s easy,
But because somewhere within me,
A whisper says:
Hold on. Just a little longer.

I’ve wept in hidden corners,
Counted stars as questions,
Watched others bloom
While my soil stayed still.

But maybe delay is not denial.
Maybe the waiting is working—
Stretching my roots,
Preparing my ground
For something worth the patience.

So I breathe through the ache,
Sing softly to my hopes,
And water the unseen.

Because even in this quiet ache,
I believe—
That what’s meant for me
Will find me whole.

And so I stay,
Not in desperation,
But in strength.
In faith.
In love with the becoming.

Yes—
I’m waiting,
Just a little longer.
And that’s enough for now.

Soft Whispers of Peace

Life hadn’t always been gentle to her—
Some days carved her open,
Others buried her in silence.
But even in the ache,
She learned to listen
For the soft whispers of peace.

In love, she had tasted both fire and famine—
Hearts that came like storms,
And those that vanished without goodbye.
But somewhere between the breaking
And the healing,
She found a love that didn’t shout—
It stayed.
And whispered calm into her chaos.

The road beneath her was coarse,
Laced with gravel dreams
And bruised beginnings.
But still, her feet kept moving—
Not because she wasn’t weary,
But because hope lit the horizon
Like a lantern
Too stubborn to dim.

She found beauty in the not knowing,
Grace in her becoming.
And though the world often roared,
She carried within her
A gentler sound—
The quiet assurance
That she would rise again.

So if ever you see her still,
Know it’s not because she’s lost—
It’s because she’s listening
To the soft whispers of peace
That carry her
Through every storm.

My Love,
I’m thinking about you all the time, every day. You haven’t left my thoughts. Ever. Not even once since you went overseas.
I miss the stories you would tell me. I miss seeing your smile, I miss your soothing calm voice. I miss every moment being with you and i truly I despise every moment without you.
I keep thinking about how happy we were together and this sensation of emptiness strikes me hard. I can feel it strongly saddening me. I so wish we could be together again, but I know that I just have to be patient as you will come back.
I count the days, sometimes even the hours, as ridiculous as that may seem.
I keep looking at our pictures together and when I see your smiles, my heart starts beating faster and I feel better momentarily.
I hope that you miss me too, just the way I miss you. Are you thinking about me, too? Tell me, my dear precious one.
Until the day we reunite, I will be miserable …
I love you dearly.

Dearest,
Each precious moment I spend with you is a gift, a reminder of the love that we share. Your eyes sparkle like diamonds in the sunlight, and your smile can light up a room. But it’s not just your beauty that captivates me – it’s the kindness, intelligence, and grace that shines from within.
You are the melody that fills my heart with joy, the rhythm that makes me whole. Your touch ignites a fire that never fades, a flame that burns bright and true. In your arms, I find solace, comfort, and peace.
With you, every day is a new adventure, a chance to explore the depths of our love. I promise to cherish, support, and adore you, through every moment, every triumph, and every challenge. Forever and always, my love.
Yours always.

Sometimes life teaches us that the most precious things are precisely those that are priceless.
It is the smell of coffee in the morning, the delicate sound of rain hitting the windows, or the glow of a sunset that for a moment seems to stop time.
The simplest things hold a silent strength.
They remind us that, in the midst of chaos, what really matters is not what we possess, but what we can feel.
There is a kind of magic in simplicity.
It is in a laugh for no reason, in a flower that blooms between the cracks of the asphalt, in the tight embrace of someone we love.
It is these details that make us understand that, after all, it doesn't take much to feel truly complete.
Life goes by quickly, but true beauty lies in learning to slow down to look at what has always been in front of us, but that we too often forget to appreciate.
In the end, it will not be the great successes that define our history, but the small gestures – those that perhaps no one notices – and that, in silence, fill our soul.

Life is short, and time moves fast. We don’t know how many days we have, so we should make the most of each one. There’s no time for anger, hate, or holding grudges. Grudges only steal our happiness and fill our hearts with pain.
It’s better to laugh when you can. Laughter brings light into our lives and helps us stay strong. Don’t be afraid to say sorry when you make a mistake. A simple apology can fix broken relationships and bring peace to your heart.
Let go of the things you can’t control. Don’t hold on to the past. Carrying sadness and anger only hurts you more. Free yourself from pain and let yourself feel joy.
Take chances in life. Try new things, follow your dreams, and be brave. Give your best in everything you do, and don’t be afraid to fail. Even if things don’t go as planned, at least you tried—and that’s what matters most.
Life is full of ups and downs. You have to take the good with the bad. Smile even when you’re feeling low. Love the people around you and be thankful for what you have. Hold on to the good memories and never forget the lessons you’ve learned.
Forgive people who hurt you, not because they always deserve it, but because you deserve peace. But also remember the lessons so you don’t get hurt the same way again.
Learn from your mistakes, but don’t live in regret. Everyone makes mistakes that’s how we grow. People change, things go wrong, but don’t let it stop you.
Always remember, no matter what happens, life goes on. So, live it with love, courage, and happiness.

I’LL STILL BE LOVING YOU
When your hair has turned to winter
and your teeth are in a plate,
when your getter up and go
has gone to stop and wait—
I’ll still be loving you.
When your attributes have shifted
beyond the bounds of grace,
I’ll count your many blessings,
not the wrinkles in your face—
I’ll still be loving you.
When the crackle in your voice
matches that within your knee
and the times are getting frequent
that you don’t remember me—
I’ll still be loving you.
Growing old is not a sin,
it’s something we all do.
I hope you’ll always understand—I’ll still be loving you.
Writer: C. David Hay
Artist: Bettina Baldassari

No need to rush,
no need for perfect words
just come as you are,
and I will meet you there.
The door is open,
the light is on,
no grand preparation,
just a quiet welcome.
A moment, a breath,
a warmth between us
no need for more.

JUST YOU AND ME

I DO NOT BOAST I AM A CAPTAIN

On darkest nights, mid-ocean wide,
my boat and I with waves collide.
Why, Poseidon, such disdain?
Am I to blame I steer my reign?
The storm will hurl us through the sky,
then slam us down, yet still we try.
I fear, but cry not out in pride,
nor claim I rule this raging tide.
Should I not reach the harbor near—
the table waits for fish and cheer.
If I don’t make it, someone grieves...
That’s why, that’s why—I fight to leave!
What marvels rise—I never tell,
nor fear, nor hope where sea-storms dwell.
No sailor bows to tales or fame,
to say this wrecked boat bore my name.

SHE'S A SKY FULL OF STARS
She's a sky full of stars
A beautiful celestial map
She's a universe of wonder in a velvet lap
She's candlelight's flicker, such a radiant display
Where the constellations cluster and playfully sway
Sparkle resides within her eyes, do you see her cosmic gleam?
It reflects galaxies woven in your waking dreams
She is a nebula of passion right down to her fiery core
There resides a burning with poems she's waiting to pour
Watch the distant planets circling with mysteries that reside
They carry secrets whispered softly on a starlit tide
She's a supernova bursting in hot or cold
Listen as her story is mystically spoken in her own world
Gaze into her eyes if you dare to see
The limitless expanse of what she could be
She's a sky full of stars forever bright as sparkling's cast
She's a treasure to be cherished-
And a memory to eternally last

Creator's Blessing

Blessed by the Lord, Who made the skies so bright,
The heavens and earth, a wondrous sight.
His power and might, in creation shine,
A blessing from Him, forever divine.
The Maker of all, who holds the universe's sway,
Blesses us with love, every single day.
May His blessing rest on you and yours with glee,
A gift from the Creator, wild and free.

©2025. Inspired by Psalms 115:15

LIFE
You got no future,
if you got no plan.
That's just something
you need to understand.
You only have one,
that's all you need.
Get off your butt, you
have dreams to feed.
Nothing can prepare you
for what lies ahead.
They'll be times when you
wished you stayed in bed.
Tables can turn
in the blink of an eye.
Life will knock you down
before you even try.
Life's like a game
that's not easy to win.
It'll try to break you
before you even begin.
Crash and burn,
accept defeat
Dust yourself off
get back on your feet.
Push your luck,
do what it takes.
Do try and learn
from your mistakes.
Play your cards,
and roll the dice.
Pay attention and
take my advice.
You can start off slow,
then pick up speed.
Don't get greedy,
only take what you need.
Not everyone wins
and that's alright.
It's time to step up
and own your life.

The door of love,
you ask,
where is it?
Step out of the ego,
for it is the door to love,
the very threshold
we fail to see
when bound by pride and illusion.
The ego holds us,
keeps us from the divine,
from worship,
from the essence of connection.
It whispers,
distracts,
narrates a false story
that we are separate
from all that is sacred,
from all that is love.
But remember,
the ego is not who you are,
it is a shadow,
a veil to the truth.
Walk beyond it,
and you will find
that love has always been here,
waiting for you.
"The door to love opens when the ego fades away, and in that quiet space, the heart meets the divine."
#The_door_to_love_lies_beyond_the_ego

I missed you quietly today. So quietly that no one noticed.
I missed you as I climbed out of bed and as I brushed my teeth; when I waited at the lights on the drive into work and as I heard the rain outside my window.
I missed you as I ordered lunch and as I kicked off my shoes when I got home; as I switched off the lights and climbed into bed for the night.
I missed you without tears or noise or fanfare.
But oh how I felt it.
I felt it in the morning, at lunchtime, in the evening and at night. I felt it as I woke, as I waited, as I worked. I felt it at home, on the road, in the light, in the dark, in the rain.
I felt it in every one of those moments, each one sitting heavier and heavier as the weight of me missing you kept growing and growing.
Yes, I missed you so quietly today.
But I felt it so loudly.
***
Becky Hemsley Poetry 2024
: Unknown

Today, I sat with grief.
There was no noise, no distractions, just me and the weight in my heart.
I thought if I stayed silent long enough, maybe grief would slip away.
But it stayed beside me, patient and still.
I tried to turn my back on it,
hoping it would lose its way.
But wherever I moved, it moved too,
like a shadow I couldn’t outrun.
This wasn’t a game—it was real, and it was heavy.
I changed rooms, changed scenery,
but grief was always there, waiting for me,
with a tear-streaked face that mirrored my own sadness.
I asked it why it wouldn’t leave,
why it clung to me so tightly.
But grief never answered,
because grief doesn’t need to.
So instead of pushing it away,
I let it sit beside me.
I stopped pretending I was fine.
I allowed myself to feel everything,
to show every crack, every broken piece.
Grief didn’t ask questions.
It didn’t rush me to heal.
It just stayed, patiently,
while I learned to breathe again.
Grief ate with me,
slept with me,
walked with me.
And slowly, I understood—
even if grief someday grows quieter,
the love behind it will never leave.
Because you are still gone,
and part of me will always miss you.
But sitting with grief?
It’s how I honor what was real.

I’ve cried when I’m happy
And cried when I’m sad
I’ve smiled through the good times
And smiled through the bad
I’ve screamed in excitement
I’ve screamed out in pain
I’ve gasped at the sunshine
And gasped at the rain
I’ve laughed when I’m nervous
And when I’m elated
I’ve sighed with contentment
And when I’m deflated
I’ve sung when I’m lonely
And sung in a crowd
I’ve shouted when angry
And when I’ve been proud
‘Cause whether we’re up
Or we’re riding a low
Our feelings are desperate
For somewhere to go
We can’t keep them trapped
And locked up in a cage -
They force their way out
‘Cause they need to escape
And sometimes we’re told
That emotions are weakness
That feeling is flawed
If we let it defeat us
But how can this be?
Surely this must be wrong
For what could be weak
About something so strong
That it cannot be silenced
Cannot be tamed
Can’t be kept down
And cannot be contained
So, when you next shout
Or you laugh or you cry
You scream or you smile
Or let out a sigh
Whatever the reason
Just let yourself feel
We’re not here to be quiet -
We’re here to be real

To the woman I haven’t met yet—or maybe I have…
You’re so much more than just the woman I’ll share a home with. You’ll be my best friend, yes—but also my peace, my passion, and my purpose all wrapped into one.
You’ll be the one I run to when the world feels heavy on my shoulders. When I’ve had a long day and all I want is to hear your voice, feel your touch, and be reminded that I don’t have to carry everything alone. With you, I won’t just breathe—I’ll feel alive.
Your laughter will be the music my soul dances to. Your presence will light up the darkest parts of me that I’ve kept hidden from everyone else. And your love? It’ll heal wounds I thought I’d buried for good.
When life gets tough, when I’m feeling lost, when the weight of being a man in this world feels like too much—you’ll be the arms I fall into, the calm in my chaos. Your kiss will be my escape, your touch my grounding force.
I’ll crave you—not just your body, but your energy, your mind, your spirit. Everything that makes you. I’ll admire the way you give, how you love, how you show up with heart, even when it’s hard.
With you, I won’t need to wear a mask. I won’t have to perform. I’ll get to be the fullest, most honest version of myself. And I’ll hold space for you to be the same.
I’ll love every part of you—your brilliance, your softness, your fire, your flaws. Not in spite of them, but because of them. Because they tell your story. And I want to know every page.
When you cry, I’ll be your shelter.
When you laugh, I’ll soak in every sound.
When you doubt yourself, I’ll remind you who you are.
And when you shine, I’ll stand in awe—because you are everything I’ve prayed for.
You won’t have to question my love.
You’ll feel it—in how I look at you, in how I listen, in how I show up, over and over.
You are my home. My soft place. My wild place. My forever.
And I’ll spend my life pouring into you the way you pour into the world.
Because you? You’re my love. You’re my life. You’re my future. And most of all…You are my everything.

To the woman I haven’t met yet—or maybe I have…
You’re so much more than just the woman I’ll share a home with. You’ll be my best friend, yes—but also my peace, my passion, and my purpose all wrapped into one.
You’ll be the one I run to when the world feels heavy on my shoulders. When I’ve had a long day and all I want is to hear your voice, feel your touch, and be reminded that I don’t have to carry everything alone. With you, I won’t just breathe—I’ll feel alive.
Your laughter will be the music my soul dances to. Your presence will light up the darkest parts of me that I’ve kept hidden from everyone else. And your love? It’ll heal wounds I thought I’d buried for good.
When life gets tough, when I’m feeling lost, when the weight of being a man in this world feels like too much—you’ll be the arms I fall into, the calm in my chaos. Your kiss will be my escape, your touch my grounding force.
I’ll crave you—not just your body, but your energy, your mind, your spirit. Everything that makes you. I’ll admire the way you give, how you love, how you show up with heart, even when it’s hard.
With you, I won’t need to wear a mask. I won’t have to perform. I’ll get to be the fullest, most honest version of myself. And I’ll hold space for you to be the same.
I’ll love every part of you—your brilliance, your softness, your fire, your flaws. Not in spite of them, but because of them. Because they tell your story. And I want to know every page.
When you cry, I’ll be your shelter.
When you laugh, I’ll soak in every sound.
When you doubt yourself, I’ll remind you who you are.
And when you shine, I’ll stand in awe—because you are everything I’ve prayed for.
You won’t have to question my love.
You’ll feel it—in how I look at you, in how I listen, in how I show up, over and over.
You are my home. My soft place. My wild place. My forever.
And I’ll spend my life pouring into you the way you pour into the world.
Because you? You’re my love. You’re my life. You’re my future. And most of all…You are my everything.

when my heart, is feeling heavy
when the missing feels so strong.
when my eyes have cried so many tears
and waiting seems so long.

when i lose my way a little
and i stumble here and there.
when my soul runs out of comfort
and my lungs run out of air.

when the memories start to fade
and i just want to make them last.
when i'm asked if i'm still grieving
after all the time that's passed.

i take a walk and clear my head.
i find a peaceful place.
i tell myself that it's okay
and show myself some grace.

i will not rush this grief of mine -
i'll wander slowly through it.
a love so deep is far too blessed
to ever just undo it.

and i will be the one you see
with wildflowers in my hair.
my eyes lost in the willows
and my hands folded in prayer.

i'll be the gentle one who
watches feathers as they fall.
or looks for art in rainbows
and sunlight on my wall.

i'll be the one who talks to birds
and traces lines rain drew
for every glimpse of beauty
is another glimpse of you.

'glimpse of you' by ullie-kaye ~ Ullie Kaye Poetry

There’s a moment when you have to say goodbye, but your heart refuses to accept it. It’s that raw, aching feeling of holding on and letting go—where memories flood in and the weight of what’s ending feels unbearable. Yet, even in the pain, there’s a quiet promise that some connections don’t truly break.
They linger in the silence, in the way a familiar face or a whispered thought can bring you back. Saying goodbye isn’t always about closing a door; sometimes, it’s about carrying a piece of someone with you, refusing to let the story end. It’s messy, it’s painful, but it’s also a testament to how deeply we can love and remember.

Life's Journey

Life is a journey, winding and long,
With twists and turns, where we all belong.
Moments of joy, of laughter and tears,
Of triumphs and failures, through all the years.

We search for meaning, for purpose and might,
Through trials and tribulations, day and night.
We grow, we learn, we stumble, we rise,
And in the journey, we find our own surprise.

Life's a canvas, painted bright and bold,
With colors of love, of hope, of stories untold.
It's a dance of moments, a rhythm so fine,
A symphony of experiences, all intertwined.

Reflection
Life's journey is unique to each of us,
A path unwinding, with moments to discuss.
Let's cherish each step, each breath we take,
And find the beauty in life's precious make

Nature's Beauty

The sun sets slow and paints the sky,
A fiery hue that makes me sigh.
The trees stand tall, their leaves so green,
A soothing sight that's always serene.

The river flows, a gentle stream,
Reflecting sunbeams, a shimmering dream.
The mountains rise, a majestic sight,
A testament to nature's grandeur and might.

The forest whispers secrets low,
Of creatures hidden, yet to grow.
The breeze carries scents of blooming flowers,
Fragrant as memories, in quiet hours.

Reflection
Nature's beauty is a gift to behold,
A treasure trove of wonder, young and old.
Let us cherish and preserve it well,
For future generations to enjoy and tell.

The Village That Raised Me

Where roots ran deep and names meant legacy.

The red earth knew my feet by name,
The trees watched me rise without shame.
Elders spoke and time stood still,
Children danced on every hill.

The moonlit tales, the morning calls,
The pounding yam, the market stalls.
It wasn't rich, it wasn’t new,
But it gave me more than any city could do.

It raised me with love, with pride, with song,
Taught me where I truly belong.
So though I wander far and free,
That village still lives inside of me.

To the Me I Left Behind
(An ode to the younger self still whispering from the past.)

Little girl with wonder eyes,
Who believed in stars and endless skies.
You loved with ease, you dared to try,
And never asked the world why.

I’ve grown, I’ve hardened, I’ve learned to hide,
The open heart you wore with pride.
But I remember, I still do,
And I promise I’ll come back to you.

For in your dreams, I see my truth,
In your innocence, my buried youth.
So here’s to healing, here’s to find—
The fearless girl I left behind.

My Sister’s Laughter
A sound that echoed through my growing days.

She laughed like the world had no weight,
Like joy was something you could taste.
We fought, we cried, we made a mess,
But always found our way through stress.

She knew my secrets, saw my fears,
Wiped my eyes and mocked my tears.
She was chaos wrapped in golden light,
A fierce storm, a shining knight.

Even now, when the world feels cold,
I hear her laughter — brave and bold.
A sister’s love may twist and bend,
But it’s a fire that never ends.

Mammi
The one whose arms felt like home before I knew what it meant.

Mammi, your lullaby still hums in my bones,
A melody stitched into my skin.
You were the fire that kept us warm,
The calm, the chaos, the everything in between.

You wore love in your cooking pots,
In mended clothes and daily thoughts.
Your prayers—soft whispers to the sky—
Still shield me when I wonder why.

I may grow old, and roam so far,
But my heart will always know where you are.
You are my beginning, my gentle grace,
My Mammi, my forever place.

I pray you experience profound joy that heals past hurts.
May peace fills your heart, replacing worries with calmness, and smiles overshadow tears.
May Jehovah mend your heart uniquely, granting you new reasons to be grateful daily.
May good souls bring comfort, love, and peace into your life.
May you be protected from harm, and your heart strengthened with hope.
May your future shine brighter than your past, filled with ease, unexpected opportunities, and answered prayers.
May God's love, mercy, and presence be your constant companion.
Amen.

PAUSE AND LIVE MY LOVE.

Dear Future Me!

When years have passed and time has flown,
And memories of today are but a distant tone,
Remember the dreams you once held tight,
And see if they've bloomed in the morning light.

Have you chased your passions, have you stood tall?
Or have you let fear whisper "not at all"?
What lessons have you learned, what wisdom's gained?
And how have you grown, how have you sustained?

Dear future me, I hope you're proud,
Of the person you've become, of the life you've allowed.
I hope you've found love, hope, and peace,
And that your heart still beats with joy and release.

Whatever the future holds, face it with grace,
And know that you're strong, you're worthy of your place.
Shine your light, let your spirit soar,
And be the best version of yourself, forevermore.

Dear future me, may you thrive,
May your path be lit, and your heart survive.
May you look back on these words with a smile,
And know that you lived life, all the while.

Don't love me when it's convenient for you,
Love me in the mess, in the chaos too.
Love me when I'm broken, when I'm weak and worn,
When my heart is heavy, and my soul is torn.

Don't love me only when the sun shines bright,
Love me in the darkness, through the darkest night.
Love me when I'm struggling, when I'm lost and alone,
When my voice is whispering, and my heart is a stone.

Love me fully, love me truly,
In every moment, not just when it's easy for you.
Love me with all my flaws, my fears, my doubts,
And I'll love you with all yours, without a single rout.

Love me unconditionally, without reserve,
And I'll do the same, with a heart that swerves.
Let's love each other, through the ups and downs,
Through every moment, in every town.

“In the Quiet”

Grief doesn’t always scream—
sometimes, it sits quietly
in your favorite chair,
breathing memories into the air.
It follows you into grocery aisles,
sings the song they loved
when you least expect it.
But somehow,
in the quiet ache,
you find pieces of their presence
tucked into everything.
You realize love never leaves—
it just learns to whisper.

Childhood & Innocence

“Echoes from the Mango Tree”

There was a time joy had no cost—
just the thrill of chasing shadows
and peeling mangoes with sticky hands.
Laughter lived in the dirt,
and dreams grew wild like hibiscus.
Back when the world was soft,
and innocence still sang in our bones.
I return there sometimes—
not in body,
but in memory.
Because healing begins
where we left our light.

Letting Go & Forgiveness

“Unclenched Hands”🫴

I held on for so long—
to pain, to people, to memories
that bruised more than they blessed.
But today, I choose release.
Not because they apologized,
not because it was easy,
but because peace is too expensive
to rent to resentment.
My hands are open now,🫴
ready to hold only what heals.
Forgiveness isn’t weakness—
it is freedom.

Identity & Self-Worth
The Becoming

I am not who I was,
and I bless the shedding.
The girl who bent to be accepted—
I now let her rest.
Because I have learned
I am not made to shrink
to fit into unloved spaces.
I am a garden of growth,
a wildfire of becoming.
My worth is not in validation,
but in vibration—
the quiet strength of knowing who I am
even when the world forgets.

Dada, I See Your Tears

Dada,
I see your tears—
The silent ones you hide from the world.

They told you to be strong,
To never cry,
To carry pain like a badge.

But here…
You don’t have to pretend.
You don’t have to hold it all in.

It’s okay to feel.
To be tired.
To not have all the answers.

Even kings break.
Even warriors rest.

This is your safe space.
A place to breathe…
To cry…
To just be.

You are seen.
You are heard.
And you are enough.

Speak Life Into Your Soul

Words can break, or they can build. Choose the ones that heal.

Every morning, your voice is the first voice your soul hears. What are you saying to yourself?

Today, let’s begin a healing habit: Stand in front of your mirror, look into your own eyes, and speak:

1. I am enough just as I am.

2. My voice matters.

3. I am allowed to say no.

4. I forgive myself for what I didn’t know.

5. I am safe in my body.

6. I release all that no longer serves me.

7. I am learning, growing, and glowing.

8. I trust the timing of my life.

9. My emotions are valid.

10. Every day, I choose healing.


Say these daily for 21 days. Watch your inner garden bloom.

Affirm with me: I speak life over myself. I bloom with every word.

Boys Cry Too

This is for the men who feel deeply but say little.

Tunde was always told, “Men don’t cry.” So when he lost his job and felt depressed, he just smiled through it. Until one day, his son asked, “Daddy, are you happy?”

That question changed everything.

Men are human. They feel heartbreak, rejection, fear, and grief. But many were never given the tools to express it.

Let’s create safe spaces for our brothers, fathers, partners:

Encourage honest conversations

Listen without fixing

Tell them it’s okay to feel

To every man silently hurting: You are not weak. You are human. And you are not alone.

Your emotions are valid. You are safe to express them.

Your heart is worthy of love. Don't let doubts or fears dim your light.
The universe is working in your favor.
When the time is right, the right person will come along and love you deeply.
Hold on to hope, and know you're deserving of all the love life has to offer.

Far, but Mine

My love
Being with you heals the pain I've carried.
You make my heart feel seen and understood.
I'm scared to trust again, but with you, I feel safe.
Distance is hard, but my love for you makes it bearable.
You are my haven, my peace.
I promise to work through my trust issues with you.
I love you more than words can say.

I am the Prize

So Far, Still Mine!

Nights stretch longer when you're miles away.
The bed feels colder.
The silence grows louder.
And sometimes, the ache of missing you feels like a slow-burning fire in my chest.

Loving from afar isn’t for the faint-hearted.
It’s a daily battle between trust and doubt, hope and fear, strength and vulnerability.
It’s staring at your last message, re-reading it for traces of warmth.
It’s waking up at 2 a.m. and reaching for a presence that’s not there — only to be reminded again…
You’re so far.

Some days, the silence is deafening.
Some nights, my mind whispers insecurities —
"Is he thinking of me?"
"Does he feel the distance like I do?"
"Am I still enough?"

But then I remember your voice, soft and certain.
I remember the way you say my name — like it means something sacred.
I remember your promises, your little reassurances tucked in between casual conversations.
I hold on to those like lifelines.

Because love, true love, stretches. It bends. It waits.
It speaks even when there are no words.
It believes, even when doubt tries to creep in.
And it holds on — fiercely — until time, life, and destiny align.

So even when the ache is unbearable,
Even when the world feels empty without your touch,
I keep loving you — from a distance.
Because in every heartbeat, I’m whispering your name.
In every lonely night, I’m dreaming of the day you return.
And in every moment of silence, I choose to believe…

You may be far — but you’re still mine!

Giftie writes...

......HELD

I thought I was falling.
The ground crumbled beneath my feet,
and I braced for the crash.
But in the falling,
I was caught—
not by chance,
but by grace.
The fire did not burn me;
it purified me.
I wasn’t abandoned—
I was being held.
Not to break,
but to bloom.

......Even When

Even when the night stretches long,
and silence is all I hear—
I still believe.
Even when the answers don’t come,
and the prayers feel unanswered—
I know I’m seen.
Because faith is not always loud;
sometimes, it’s quiet surrender.
A whisper within
that says,
"Even now, I trust."🫶

Scars Like Stories

My scars are not shame.
They are battle hymns,
whispers from the fires I walked through.
They hum softly when the world grows quiet—
reminding me that pain once lived here
but didn't win.
Each mark, a punctuation in my survival story.
Each healed wound,
a signature of strength.