The Sacred Losses of Becoming

There is a quiet grief that comes with growth  not the loud, dramatic kind, but the soft ache of noticing who no longer walks beside you. As you evolve, some people fall away. Not because you failed. Not because they were wrong or you were unworthy. But because the version of you that once fitContinue reading “The Sacred Losses of Becoming”

Ode to My Eyes

Oh, my eyes,You have been the quiet witnesses of my journey.You have seen the storms of betrayal,the weight of rejection,and the sharp edges of words that tried to break me. You have also seen my daughters’ faces,their laughter, their innocence,and the beauty of souls untainted by society’s harsh gaze.Through you, I have watched them grow,andContinue reading “Ode to My Eyes”