This year the table felt different, like the air had shifted just a little, soft around the edges, heavy in the middle a holiday stitched together with gratitude and grief in the same thread. I smiled because I was supposed to, because tradition says to gather and give thanks, but my heart kept drifting to the quiet corners where the ache sits and waits for moments just like this. There were laughs, yes warm ones that rose like steam from the dishes passed hand to hand. And I

Some days it feels like the whole damn world is balanced on my shoulders one wrong breath and everything crashes, and everyone looks at me as if I pulled the sky down on purpose. I’m tired of being the villain in stories I never agreed to star in, tired of carrying blame that doesn’t even belong to me yet it sticks, like tar on my skin, like whispers in the walls that won’t shut up. I keep asking myself, What did I do? Where did I break? Why does every path I walk feel like i

I was small the first time I wrapped my hand around his, my fingers barely fitting in the warm, worn grooves of his palm. He didn’t say much never needed to just gave that soft half-smile that told me you’re safe with me. As I grew, the world stretched wide and loud and sometimes confusing, but he had a way of quieting it just by being near. He’d point out the little things a bird on a fence, the way the light hit a leaf as if beauty was something we were meant to collect and

There’s a darkness in the corner of my mind, quiet, patient, and endless. Not loud like thunder, not wild like a storm just there like a shadow that learned how to breathe. People say, “Just shine a little light. Think positive. Choose happiness.” As if light were strong enough to rewrite the shape of something that was born from the parts of me no one ever saw break. But this darkness it doesn’t scatter. It doesn’t run. It absorbs the light, drinks it, swallows it whole and

My tears don’t fall softly they don’t glide like gentle rain, they don’t shimmer down cheeks politely as if sadness were something dainty. No they crash. They slam into the silence like waves breaking against cliffs, loud enough to echo through bone, sharp enough to carve valleys in me. These tears have thunder in them, storms I tried to swallow whole. They carry every memory that clawed at my ribs, every word I bit back until my tongue bruised, every time I stayed quiet when

My cup should be full. That’s what they say, isn’t it? Gratitude. Perspective. Stay positive. I hear their voices like rain hitting windows while I stand inside a house with no roof. But I am tired. And this cup this cup I carry every day it’s almost empty. I’ve poured and poured into others’ wounds, into friendships I tried to resuscitate, into love that forgot to love me back, into conversations where I listened until my ears became shelters for storms that were never mine.

Don’t tell me you care now. Don’t show up now with soft apologies and hands held out like you ever held mine when it mattered. Where the fuck were you when I shattered? When I was sitting on my bathroom floor, ripping breaths out of the air just to stay alive one more minute? When my hands shook so hard I couldn’t even hold myself together? You say you didn’t know. But I was screaming not with volume, but with silence loud enough to crack the walls of my own chest. I needed s

Today, I turn 30 and I feel the fire in my soul rise higher. No longer chasing who I “should” be, I’m standing proudly in who I am. I’ve been broken, rebuilt, laughed till I cried, and learned that strength isn’t always loud it’s steady inside. I’m electric, I’m bold, a little wild, a little gold, a story still unfolding with a spark that can’t be sold. The girl I was got me here every mistake, every cheer, every tear that taught me grace, every scar that shaped my face. I do

There’s a fire beneath the water, A storm behind calm eyes Where secrets turn to power, And truth can never die. Magnetism drips like honey, Dark and sweet and slow, They see the souls of others In ways few ever know. A heart that loves like wildfire, Or freezes into stone, Scorpio walks between two worlds, Forever on their own. They crave the raw, the real, the deep, Not masks or hollow praise, They’ll pierce through lies like lightning strikes, And set your spirit ablaze. B

I’m done pretending it doesn’t sting, done acting calm when my chest still burns. People slam doors like it’s nothing and I’m left wondering what lesson I was supposed to learn. No warning, no truth, no closure just silence thick as tar. You cut me out, erased me clean, like I never mattered, like I’m not who I am so far. What crime did I commit this time? Was I too honest? Too real? Too loud? Did my loyalty make you nervous, while you hid behind your crowd? I gave you heart,