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healing doesn’t mean becoming unbroken, it means being vulnerable, cracks and all, because it’s through those very cracks that the light finds its way in. #mypoetry #originalpoem #journal #spokenword #spokenpoetry #healing #miscarriage #pregnancyloss #goddess #moon

#mypoetry #havejoy #fyp The silence isn’t scaring me away,
 It’s just a pause; a place we stay.
 I see the doubts you hold inside. 
The walls you’ve built, where fears reside. I won’t retreat. I won’t let go,
Your worth is more than you may know.
 Each shadowed path; each steep ascent. I’ll face with courage, full intent. For love’s not easy. Love’s not tame. It’s not a game of fleeting claim.
 It’s steadfast, strong, through trial and fight. A guiding star, a constant light. You’ll see, in time, the truth I bring. The steady hand, the hopeful wing. 
I’m not a cure. Not here to fix. But a partner in life’s tangled mix. In the end, you will feel, you will see. The missing piece was always me.
 Not out of pride, not from conceit. But in love’s song, we are complete. But upon your wish; should that be your want. I will flee, happy. knowing your touch. But to surrender easy; I just can’t. Anel M.

#mypoetry #havejoy #top5 You have become the harbor where my storms subside, A calm, a comfort; inexplicable. 
A quiet shore where fears can hide.
 Not yet love, but something near. I do not want to push you away. 
A bond, hopefully, that steadies, soft and clear. I see the strength beneath your frame. You are fortitude in the flesh. A whispered truth, a steady flame.
 You told me secrets, raw and bare. Trepidatiously, almost instinctively: I laid mine down, and left them there. Safe—this word you gently weave. For your mere voice softens my heart. 
A refuge I can’t help but believe.
 You are a place to land, a space to breathe. As freely as a moving stream. 
A world where hearts no longer grieve. The pull is strong, the spark is bright. This attraction, reciprocal, I hope. 
 A current felt in day and night. 
It’s not yet love, but hope it could be. This for what we have, I’m content. 
 But a seed of something wild and free. For now, I rest in what we’ve found. So grateful, for this refuge. 
 This sacred space, this solid ground.
 A shelter built on trust and care. I see it in your eyes. 
My safe place— I will always be there. Anel M.

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#mypoetry #havejoy #top5 #cheerchoiceawards2025 What is it that you do to me?
With a glance that carries no weight. 
Yet presses against the hollow spaces. 
Filling them with a quiet, I didn’t know I craved?
 Your look—
A thread woven into the fabric of my undoing. 
Pulling loose the knots,
Letting the frayed edges rest. Your smile—
Not the sun bursting,
But the glow before dawn,
Soft, unassuming, enough.
It holds me, steadies the wavering line. 
Between what is broken and what endures.
A curve of light that speaks,
Even when the silence is thick. Your warmth—
Not heat, but the hum of a distant ember. 
A memory of fire, its dance. 
A touch that lingers on skin, on thought.
I lean into it without meaning to,
Drawn like a moth,
Not to burn, but to be made whole
In the glow of its comfort. What is it that you do to me?
You walk into the spaces I have forgotten. 
Speak to the shadows I dare not face.
 Your presence—
Not loud, not overwhelming,
But like water tracing stone,
Unyielding, Patient! 
Carving through my stillness. You heal me without touch,
Comfort me without words.
 What is it that you do?
You simply are. 
And that is enough
To make me remember
How to breathe. What is it that you do to me? YOU — Anel M.

#havejoy #mypoetry #top5 #cheerchoiceawards2025 The Medicine Beneath the haze, where silence hums, You emerge—a shape without edges, A rhythm without beat. Not a hand, not a voice, But the echo of a thing I once knew. You thread through the fog, Unseen but anchoring, A pulse that fills the void. Colors bleed where you pass— Muted blues, hushed golds, Shifting on the currents of your being. The air thickens, then opens, And I breathe a name I cannot name. You are not here, and yet— The weight shifts, The dark tilts, The medicine stirs. Anel M.

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