This poetry book is a collection that explores the intricate balance between strength and vulnerability. It delves into themes of love, loss, self-discovery, and the resilience that surfaces in the face of life's hardest moments. Each poem acts as a...
As a child, I remember gazing up at the vast night sky, feeling as though I belonged to its deepest roots. It was only a glimpse of its boundless beauty, an infinite realm of existence, as if it were whispering to me the story of my creation. The stars, woven together by the hands of truth, formed an atmosphere so vast that its edges remain unknown.
As I grew, transitioning from child to woman, I continued to breathe in the fullness of its majesty, realizing that it was crafted for my eyes to witness. Now, more than ever, I understand that I am one with its pulsing life—just like the stars that shine their light in the darkest nights. The sun rises and sets with perfect precision, the planets align in radiant hues of color and strength. Each day, I awake to a new canvas of creativity and am reminded of the beauty that surrounds me.
It's not about anything I've done; it's about who I am. This is the greatest gift I've ever received, and perhaps that's why I can call it home—a place where poetry and art have blossomed. This is who I am, and these are the living words my soul breathes onto the page.
Dear reader, are you ready?
CHAPTER ONE
GALAXIES
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Welcome to the universe I call "me," a cosmos filled with planets of truth and stars of light that have guided me to this moment. I hope these words find you when you need them most, and that everything you're facing now is just the scattered pieces waiting to form your own galaxy. I believe in you.
M
The universe cradles the sun, and I've grown quite fond of her—she fills me with warmth and courage. The universe gifted me the sun as a reminder that the night never lasts forever. I gave her a beautiful name; I call her Mom. Who is your sun?
M
Do you really believe that everything has an ending? That's what we've been taught, but when you contemplate the eternal nature of life and death, you begin to understand that nothing truly ends; it merely shifts direction and transforms from one state to another. Our souls never really cease to exist. In a way, we are all tiny fragments of an infinite universe, confined within our bodies.
M
Yesterday, I prayed for the moon to remember me when night fell, hoping it would remind me I wasn't truly alone during my darkest moments. I asked it to cast away the shadows of fear and to shine as a beacon in the depths of blackness. The moon heard my silent prayers. I suppose the greatness of its creator loves me more than I can comprehend, for it speaks, and the moon commands the darkness to retreat.
