These reflections explore intuition, growth, tarot, and the slow work of becoming— the thoughts that live between poems.
Unbroken
This poem was written in a season where endurance became its own kind of language. UnbrokenI’m not broken—my edges are rough,worn,sharpened.This is proof of my strength,my resilience, my relentless will.The world tries to dull me.Men try to take from me.My shadows fight to break me.But these ragged,weathered,razor-sharp edgesstand as evidence of their failure.I’m not broken—no.I…
