I have seen the sharp edges of the world,
felt the weight of doors slammed shut,
learned the language of leaving
before I knew how to stay.
For years, I carried love like a wound,
something fragile, something fleeting,
something that could be taken,
something that always was.
But I am still here.
Still reaching, still giving,
still believing in the good in people,
not because I have never been broken,
but because I have.
Because I know what it is
to be unseen and still hope,
to be unheard and still sing,
to be hurt and still love.
I love not because the world is kind,
but because I am.
And that is enough.
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ache & after
PoesíaAche & After is a poetry collection about emotional aftermath. It explores love that bruises, loss that lingers, trauma that reshapes, and the slow, imperfect process of healing. Written through moments of grief, longing, survival, and self-discover...
