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Things Little Girls Deserve
I was just a child, small hands, soft voice,no armor, no shield, no way to outrun the stormthat were my father’s face.They say daddies are supposed to hugtheir little girls – wrap them in warmth,teach them the world is safe.But his hands were thunder,and I learned to flinchbefore I learned to read.They say daddies are… Continue reading
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Rooting For You
When the days feel endless and the nights grow long,When the drills seem heavy and the steps feel wrong.Remember this truth when the struggle breaks through:You’re not alone – someone believes in you.Bootcamp was made to test every part,To challenge your body, your will, and your heart.But quitting’s a whisper you never should hear,Because strength… Continue reading
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Keep Marching Forward
When the weight feels heavy, and the road seems long,When your heart is weary, and you’re not feeling strong.Remember, each stumble is part of the climb,Each trail you face is a test of time.Bootcamp is built to push past your fear,To show you the strength that was always here.Quitting may whisper, but don’t let it… Continue reading
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My Demons
The demons are getting loudernot sure how long it’ll beFor them to come out of my headnot sure how strong I can stayTheir voices are getting strongernot sure if I can keep fightingI can feel that I’m getting weakerI’m getting tired of the fightEverybody says they care, but do theyThey say they’re there for you,… Continue reading
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The Quiet Ache of Wanting
He walked in, looking amazing, and I felt myself light up under his gaze.But as I replay each moment, I wonder – did I lose sight of who I am?What started out as simple exchanges became months of blurred boundaries.He never spoke of her, and I never asked, but was that my own denial?When I… Continue reading
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You Were Real To Me
I carried you for such a short time,but it changed everything.You weren’t planned – but the second I knew you were there,I was already yours.As quickly as you came,you were taken from me.I wasn’t ready to lose you.I never wanted to let you go.I watch your siblings growand I wonder who you might’ve been.Would you… Continue reading
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Hallmark Moment (I Didn’t Get)
He spoke firstA quiet flirtatious wrapped in a smileA spark he tossed my wayNot knowing it would ignite something in meAnd the way he lingered – Fingers brushing mineHis hand at my backIt felt like a truth he wantedBut couldn’t claimThe connection was realCharged, dangerously close to somethingThat could’ve been a Hallmark momentIf life were… Continue reading
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The Waiting Hour
The room is hushed, the clock moves slow,Each breath a tide that comes, then goes.You sit beside him, hand in hand,A witness to what time has planned.The days grow quiet, shadows bend,He is gently progressing towards the end.No sudden storm, no violent tide, Just time itself, with nothing to hide.You sit beside him, steady, and… Continue reading
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The Goodbye You Didn’t Say
I want to hate you for what you did but every time I reach for anger my hands close on nothing. No reason. No clean edge sharp enough to cut you out. I wasn’t looking to catch feelings for you, I was steady, guarded, keeping my heart quiet. And then you walked in looking like… Continue reading
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What’s Wrong with Me
I don’t know why I’m writing this Maybe because saying it out loud would make it real Maybe because I’m tired of pretending, I’m fine The truth is… I keep wondering what’s wrong with me Not in the dramatic way people joke about but in the quiet, gnawing way that sits in my chest long… Continue reading
Quiet Hour 