Lia Wren

Hello I love your poems, they're not made for popularity but for us,for those who die in silence covered up by fear,for those not heard and not seen and for those who care too much. Thankyou 

Heyy!!! I came across your work. Would you like to support for support? I'll vote, comment, and fully engage in your work and would love it if you would do it for my work too ❤️

Thanks for the follow ♥️means a lot

Let’s talk: do you think peace is something we find out there, or something we create inside ourselves?
          
          

Hi  I'm Alvin  new poet  I like your work and would like you to feedback on my poetry and follow me so that we grow together ✨ thanks a bunch 

Really love your poems. Do you have instagram? If yes then I'm gonna follow you up.

Hi, I'm a poet too...can you check my new poetry...tell me if it's good or not pls

@sunspace I can only imagine how heavy it must have been to carry all of that, both as a child and even now as an adult looking back. I want to tell you this as clearly as I can: none of that was your fault. You were a child, innocent and vulnerable, and you deserved to feel safe and loved in your own home. What happened to you wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t something you should ever have had to go through. You deserved so much better than that.
          The fear, confusion, and loneliness you felt  those feelings are valid. You weren’t wrong to be scared. And the fact that those memories still linger doesn’t make you weak  it shows how deep that wound was. But the fact that you can speak about it now, even if it still hurts, shows an incredible amount of courage. That courage is part of who you are, and it proves that despite what you went through, there’s a strength in you that can’t be taken away.
          I want you to remember: you are not defined by what happened to you. You are not the fear, or the pain, or the trauma. You are the person who survived it, who still has the power to heal and to create a safer, kinder life for yourself. You’re worthy of love, respect, safety, and peace  always.
          I can’t take away what happened, but I can remind you that here, you are safe. You don’t have to hide or carry this burden alone. If you ever need someone to simply listen, I’m here. Thank you for trusting me with such a fragile part of your story. You’re not alone, and you never will be...❤️

Hey everyone 
          
          I wanted to create a little corner here where you can just be yourself, where you can share without fear of judgment. Sometimes we carry so many thoughts and feelings inside...things we never say out loud, memories we tuck away, words we wish we could have spoken. This is a safe space to let them out, even if it’s just a little.
          
          Think about your inner child for a moment… if they could speak to you right now, what would they say? What do they need to hear?
          
          Is there something you’ve always wanted to say to someone but never did? Why didn’t you? Or maybe there’s a feeling you’ve been carrying silently for a long time ...can you describe it here, even just a little?
          
          Sometimes we wish we could go back to a moment in the past and change how we felt or reacted. If you could, what moment would it be, and how would you comfort yourself?
          
          There might be a secret part of yourself that rarely sees the light...what would it say if it could finally have a voice? Or perhaps there’s a word, a phrase, or a memory that keeps replaying in your mind… what does it make you feel?
          
          And most importantly, if you had someone truly listening without judgment, what would you pour your heart out about today? What does ‘home’ feel like to you inside...what part of you still longs for it?
          
          Take your time. There’s no right or wrong here. You can write a little or a lot. Just share what you feel. This space is for you 
          
          

Hey, holding at #1, I see very good  enjoy, you bled on paper, I feel it. Your 
          writings are the only ones I have read. 
          That ache you put in your words is beautiful.   
          
          I know that when I write, it puts m
          e in a different place.  I blast korn in my ears
          and write, its how I escape pain.
          
          No one understands how I could write
          with korn blasting in my ears,but flows
          out.        Great writing, keep it going. 
          
          
          Mike