Shadowwork Stories

This isn't poetry for comfort. This is what survival sounds like when it's done bleeding quietly. This is for the people who were called strong because no one ever stayed long enough to help. For the ones who prayed, broke, sinned, healed halfway, and kept moving anyway. For the ones who got judged for how they survived instead of why they had to. I didn't come out clean. I came out alive. And if that makes me a hypocrite to people who never had to choose between drowning and breathing ugly, so be it. This is grief that learned how to stand. Faith that argues with God and still shows up. Love that wants connection but refuses to lose itself again. A heart that's tired of pretending healing is quiet or pretty. If you hear anger in this, good. If you hear truth in this, even better. And if this makes you uncomfortable, ask yourself why - because it wasn't written for applause. It was written because I'm still here. Still here. Still breathing. Still standing. Hypocrite.

Some women disappear loudly. Others vanish into better lives. Serenity Lowes had everything-visibility, influence, desire. Sixteen million eyes watching her existence unfold in real time. A man who claimed to love her. A life that looked enviable from the outside and unlivable from within. After a violent unraveling-one she does not fully remember-Serenity disappears. She wakes in another world. Now called Aminha, she is a princess bound by ritual, protection, and quiet agreements. Married to a man who keeps her safe but distant. Watched by a brother-in-law who sees too much and says nothing. Living inside a structure designed to preserve order, not truth. As fragments of her former life bleed through-journals, dreams, flashes of blue beneath her skin-Aminha begins to suspect that her current reality is not a blessing, but a containment. And that love, when misused, can become a cage. You're Mine is a psychological noir fantasy about identity fracture, controlled intimacy, spiritual inheritance, and what happens when a woman remembers herself in a world that requires her not to.

Maybe they're not your friends. The hood guy might be your true love. Life experiences are added "spices" to our lives. This is not your traditional cook book, it's a conscious cookbook! It's just some suggestive self-care recipes with a splash of experiences to serve you something good. These are not food recipes, however I used some words or food names to illustrate how interesting self-care is.

A poem reminiscing on a time when I was deep in shadow work. Remembering the depths I've gone to in order to become rooted in my purpose. Reminding myself to stay grounded as my world keeps evolving & expanding into everything I've ever dreamed of.

A processing of the human experience and its darkness through the bleeding of my heart via the art of words. The Great Saviour.

These stories are "fan fiction" or extra ideas for my own stuff that couldn't make into the finished product, but I wanted to play with anyways. Alternative scenarios, people living who died, people died who should have lived. That type of thing. These characters are real but there are differences here from my manuscripts. Hope you enjoy 🖤🧡

This is a really short, even if u have no idea what this is, you should read it anyways because it'll no doubt take you only a minute and help a girl out you know?

Another rambling of mine. This time the topic is about facing our "demons". More specifically, fears.

[𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕] 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕞𝕪 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕥, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕣. 𝕀'𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕗𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤, 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕟-𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖!

Muhair makes a desperate wish. When a magical candle answers, "Will it, you shall receive." she's thrust into a world where her tears led her through the magician's path of tarot. Mirrors are gateways to her Egyptian birth mother's secrets, But ancient magic demands payment in blood and the first victim is her. A witch's rebirth isn't pretty. Self-mastery begins in darkness. Will Muhair find a way to break the curse?

A Short creative story that brings the shadow and the moon together.

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Full title: "So I Kept Her Locked Away Until She Remembered She Was Fire." She was the voice I silenced. The song I refused to sing. I kept her locked away The girl who saw too much The woman who remembered everything She hid in the lyrics I screamed in my car 🎤 In the beat that cracked my heart open 💔 In the notebooks I never showed anyone 🖤 This is my resurrection story 🔥 Told in fragments, fire, and music 🎶 Each chapter is a confession 🕯️ Each track held the key 🗝️ If you've ever loved music so much it healed you If you've ever met your shadow and called it sacred Then this journey is yours too Welcome to the remembering 🐉 This is a true story told through poetry, memory, music, and fire. Some moments are dreamspace. All of it is real.

poems written as my form of therapy and expressing who I am, and I hope it will help you too!

It is series of love letter I write for myself to self-encourage to keep going without losing hope in life

a collection of journal entries written about all the things i could never say.

It's Yours, with it, Breathe or die....

I can say I'm feeling ok but still a little overwhelmed and overthinking I just want to feel happy I know I will one day but it will take time they always say baby steps and time heals all wounds but those wounds don't disappear there just invisible I'm still hoping for that day it will be ok again but I know we can always get what we want but there's still hope I know I can do better for myself and I will heal I will be happy again