Not everything that returns is asking to become the past again. #micropoetry

An old work can return with a different pulse. #micropoetry

I do not have to rush what has finally started moving. #micropoetry

What once felt still may have only been waiting for room. #micropoetry

My body is no longer asking only how to survive. It is beginning to choose. #micropoetry

Some movement begins long before it can be seen. #micropoetry

I am noticing what reaches for life when I stop directing everything. #poetry

A quiet desire returned without asking permission. #micropoetry

The space I opened is already learning what it can hold. #micropoetry

Not every beginning arrives as a door. Some begin as breath. #poetry

No one knew she reflected returning to chapter one a lot has changed her mind can still see a bed freshly made books and guitars neatly in place poetry half purged a Goddess unadorned her haunted thoughts have become eerie silence probably deserved a lot has changed on her return #poetry

Something in me has started moving without being pushed. #micropoetry

The room did not become empty. It became available. #micropoetry

A quiet reflection on what this month has been teaching me. #reflection #essay #writing #kofi #maisonelunara ko-fi.com/post/What-Re...

This month, I am learning what stays when I stop holding everything. #micropoetry

What remains does not always arrive loudly. Sometimes it simply keeps breathing. #micropoetry

I am allowed to put down what taught me how to endure. #micropoetry

More #writings, reflective cards, digital booklets, and quiet works are shared on my #Kofi. If you'd like to stay connected, you can also follow me there 🤍 ko-fi.com/maisonelunara #poetry #voice #innercartography

Some weight was never meant to become my name. #micropoetry

I can honor what has gone without living inside its leaving. #micropoetry

The quiet after loss is not empty. It is listening. #micropoetry

Now I ask what still feels alive without my constant effort. #micropoetry

I used to confuse care with carrying everything. #micropoetry

Some love stays without needing a form. #micropoetry

There are things I can bless without holding. #micropoetry

I do not have to become the keeper of every ending. #micropoetry

The house changed. So did I. #micropoetry #inlovingmemory

Some things leave because their work is complete. #micropoetry

I am learning not every absence is a failure to keep. #micropoetry

My book: INNER MAPS-Part I: The Silent Floorplans of the Inner Home A poetic e-book about the inner architecture of the self. Written for those who are quietly rearranging their inner world. Meant to be read slowly, like walking through the rooms of your own inner home. Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/s/99319c48b8

And still, something gentle stays. #micropoetry

Some rooms become quieter after love leaves them. #micropoetry

I do not need to carry every silence as responsibility. #micropoetry

The body knows when a season has ended. #micrropoetry

I am not abandoning what I release. I am returning it to its own path. #micropoetry

New writing on #Kofi 🤍 A quiet reflection on the body after holding too much, on letting go without forgetting, and on seeing what still remains when we stop holding everything so tightly. #reflection #artandwords #creativewriting #writingcommunity #writerscommunity ko-fi.com/post/What-Re...

Some endings do not empty the house. They reveal what remains. #micropoetry

"I Stayed" a #zine about returning, no longer leaving, and finally staying inside your own life. Read slowly, like entering a room that has been waiting for you. #zinepoetry #visualpoetry #poetry #artandwords #poet #returntoself #kofi #creativewriting #ezine #digitalart ko-fi.com/s/229add1392

What is truly mine does not ask me to hold it by force. #micropoetry

I played with the idea of writing more poetry but I'm looped on a certain vision a unique tasting one another poem #poetry

There is a grief that does not shout. It simply rearranges the room. #micropoetry

Now I let some things return to where they belong. #micropoetry

I used to hold what was leaving and call it love. #micropoetry

Not everything broken needs my hands to become whole again. #micropoetry

Some houses change before we are ready to call them different. #micropoetry

My body is not lazy. It is resting after holding too much. #micropoetry

I am learning release can also be care. #micropoetry

Some things are only meant to pass through. #micropoetry

Not everything I meet needs to come home with me. #micropoetry

This month asked whether I could remain in my own life while standing among others. #micropoetry