A lot of people are about to step into their truth. Keep an open mind as those around you evolve and shift. Make space for the new them and the new you. Free of judgment. Allow them to outgrow the limitations others have set upon them and SEE how miraculously things will shift and change.

Let yourself rest. 💗💗💗

Be All That You Are And More. 💗

When you wake up, ask yourself: What do I want to create today? Then take the next aligned step toward that vision. #poetry #create

You are so valuable— beyond the comprehension of the mind right now. And you are so loved. Put down the weights and sweet dreams. 😴💗 #healing #sleep #poetry

You’re allowed to feel everything. You’re allowed to take your time. You’re allowed to be present, even when no one else is. 💗 #healing #poetry #trauma

Real winning isn’t about winning the argument— it’s choosing your peace. #poetry

Your authenticity will trigger the fuck out of somebody who’s not ready to face themselves.

A shattering moment, breaking the stage, the script undone, the lines erased. I stand before an empty space, Seeing the actor beneath the play. — No encore, no second take, just silence where we used to be. Yet still, I move forward—the music calls, I have to move on with this song. #poetry

I carry home within my heart, no walls to bind, no place apart. The sky, my ceiling—vast and free, the earth below, embracing me. — No map can tell me where I’ll land, but trust flows steady wherever I stand. For I am safe where my soul glows, and free to wander where the wind blows. #poetry

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You were never wrong for not knowing. Every time you hesitated, every time you ignored the alarm— it was all preparation. The foundation of your story, the building blocks of your becoming. #poetry

You were never meant to be small forever. The world told you to quiet down, to color inside the lines, to shrink your dreams into something reasonable. But your inner child still waits— #poetry blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...

Love your body— for all that it endures, all that it holds, all that it stores, for all that it has survived, and for how it has carried you through the deepest, darkest moments of your life. #poetry blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...

You are not just grieving them. You are grieving the parts of you that only existed in their presence. #Poetry

Pain isn’t asking to be erased— it’s asking to be met with love and presence. And when you stop brushing it aside and offer it kindness, it no longer has to scream to be heard. #Poetry 📖 Read the full poem + guided reflections for journaling here: blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...

Love does not disappear. It does not slip into silence— it hums beneath the quiet, a steady rhythm in your chest, waiting to be acknowledged again. #Poetry #SelfLove #Healing 📖 Read the full poem + guided reflections for journaling here: blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-is-here

Why do I feel the need to explain? To prove I know even when it’s not needed. I get caught in the habit, explaining things that don’t require an explanation, as if to validate my thoughts, to make them real for others. #poetry Read the full poem here: blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/why-do-i-o...

We’ve grown afraid of honesty, worried that truth will be mistaken for harm, that speaking our hearts will be seen as unkind. But kindness—kindness is not niceness. #poetry #poem Read the full poem here: blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/unfiltered

As the World Changes, the Word Changes. As we step away, we grow even closer to the artwork we’ve created from within. It changes meaning over time, letting go of the pain, releasing the suffering we once wove into its lines. #poetry Read the full poem here: substack.com/home/post/p-...

Embers of Who We Were Some friendships are embers— warm in memory, but dead to the touch. You reach for them, but the past is all they see. A version of you that no longer fits, a ghost in their mind, frozen in time. #poetry Read the full poem here: blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/embers-of-...

I can’t breathe. Even my sighs of relief are met with a roll of your eyes, your shadow suffocating my light. You call this family? It’s not. You call this love? It’s not. This is poison. This is harm disguised as normal. And I’m done falling prey to the illusion of normal. #poetry

Needing others is a primal song, etched into the marrow of our species. From the first cry of life, we are built on the shoulders of someone else’s hands. A meal shared. A wheel turned. Fuel in our tanks. Breath in our lungs. Love in our hearts. We add to the symphony of connection. 💗 #poetry

Just created this poem while hiding in a corner of a loud, hot club. 😂 Dissociation A cruel fate— The mind’s retreat, A fortress built To endure years Of abuse and neglect. Hiding from the world, Hoping to be seen— Unheard, Safe in silence, Ignoring the pain We were forced to endure. #poetry

A single poem, Told a thousand ways, Allowing each space on the page to breathe. It’s not just the words, It’s what they invoke: Chills running down your spine, Goosebumps filling your limbs, A golden glow filling your chest, A tear frozen in time As it rolls down your cheek. #poetry

I am creating art— A pulse from my heart, A breath from my lungs, An expansion from my soul, Shared with the world, Not for their approval, But because it is alive, And it has a voice. #poetry

Perhaps this is your moment— The breaking of a dam, Where everything hidden begins to flow. Perhaps your mind is racing, Words spilling over, Unraveling years of silence and unprocessed emotion. Perhaps you are exactly Who you were meant to be, And you’ve come home To yourself. At last. #poetry

What if we allowed ourselves to simply be? What if we let ourselves sleep in, guilt-free? What if we disappeared for a month, To focus on what we truly need? What if we put aside the daily tasks, And focused on us instead? What if we reconnected with nature— Letting her remind us of who we are.

Just because you heal doesn’t mean you have to let go of all defensiveness and boundaries. At the end of the day, you’re still human— alive in a physical body, navigating a world that requires safety. It’s okay to feel defensive. It’s okay to set boundaries. It’s okay to walk away. #poetry

We all move through life, And eventually, someone falls. A failing body— Its weight feels heavy As they begin to go, Their essence starts to show: Their beauty, Their gratitude, Their wisdom, Their loving, And the deep knowing— Their time has come #poetry

So happy to be included here 🥹🫶🏼

I see everything within you— Every curse, every lie, Every possible reply. The weight of your burden, The weight of your pain, The weight of your illness, Your sorrowful eyes, Your hidden soul fragments. The crushing weight of grief on your chest, And your heart, ready to rest. 🥺💗 #poetry

They say I’ve changed, but I’ve simply stopped speaking their language, standing in truths they cannot fathom. I no longer twist my truth to fit their needs, no longer shape myself into the mask they grew to love. #poetry

Humans weren’t born to judge. We were raised to. Taught to hurt, to criticize, and to separate into polarities that rarely come together. #poetry

For those who perceive, we endlessly fight, Silently, publicly, through shadow and light. Good versus evil is no fairytale lore, It’s the silent war that rages at every door. And those who fight to cleanse this ground, Do so where no applause resounds. © #Poetry by Emmy 🌸

A Place We Belong Here, on this earth, it’s not the validation of strangers or the mirrored gaze of others that fills us, but the deep, genuine bonds of community— a sanctuary where we belong —A family we get to choose. #poetry

When inspiration strikes, stop what you’re doing and write. You can always put the idea off for later— but at least get it down on paper! #poetry #writers

A writer without a muse feels the space of a blank page. #poetry

Discernment— the lovely lie we were never granted. The ability to choose what we wanted to do, who we wanted to be, stolen by the twisted maze of society’s design. A cruel minority holding the strings, forcing us into the rats’ race, dragging us deeper into the depths of their pain. #poetry

The Twisted Curse of Perfectionism It never stops, does it? The haunting memory, the image carved into my soul. A loop of shame, a curse of blame. The endless need to regulate myself for the comfort of others. And it hurts. Oh, it hurts. And I’m tired. So tired. #poetry #perfectionism #safety

Take yourself more loving. Give yourself love—extra love. Give yourself time—extra time. Give yourself space—extra space. Give yourself comfort—extra comfort. Wear your most joyful, bizarre-to-others outfit in the morning, and let yourself feel the excitement of being unapologetically you #poetry

The Masks We Wear People pretend they are fine, but they are not. Beneath the mask, we are all the same— scared, uncertain, a small child seeking comfort. Our inner being. Our ego. All wrapped in the familiar ache and wound. And yet, we mask for others— convincing ourselves it’s easier this way.

The Power of Reading Reading is not escape— it is transformation. In their stories, we find healing beneath the surface, relating, feeling seen in unexpected ways. Every word, a balm for the soul. Every story, a mirror to parts of us long forgotten, reminding us we are whole, healing, and beautiful

A Threat to Their Ego It’s wild, isn’t it? How people love you until you step into your fullest self. Until your light grows too bright for their comfort, and suddenly, their support fades like a shadow retreating before the sun. You’re not a threat to their existence— but to their ego, you are.

The Healing Superhero They don’t know my name, And yet -- I carry their weight, binding together the threads of a world that has forgotten how to heal. #poetry

The Stars They Ignore / Part 2 For the Overlooked Why withhold praise, as if it’s reserved only for fame? We carry the weight of their silence, their judgment, but no more. It’s time to ascend in our truth, to shine without their approval, to embrace the freedom we adore. #poetry #writing #poet

🎵 I’m working late ‘cause I’m a writer, Pouring out my heart, words burning brighter. Creating worlds, let this inspire, My late-night art, a quiet fighter. 🎵 . Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter, born in my 3 a.m. thoughts. 📝✨ . Because creativity doesn’t sleep, so why should I? 🙃 #poetry #lyrics

The Stars They Ignore / Part 1 For the Overlooked They only love the stars already rising— shining bright, trending high, a beacon they cannot ignore. But we too are bright stars, just not in the spotlight, radiant in our own right, yet unseen as the world looks away. #poetry