Poems and Musings

That even in another body Your laughter, though pitched anew, keeps the same cadence Your movements, though in new flesh, keep the same dance Your thoughts, though housed in another chamber, keep the same song Perhaps what makes us “us” is not the vessel we carry or the forms we take, Not the years we inhabit, Nor the face we come to know in mirrors. But the lessons we give and gather, The memories we hold, cherish, and share. What makes us “us” Is the story we tell -- And the story others continue when we are gone.

Harsh voices once belittled artistic actions Unrepaid debts cast shadows on tomorrow Dismissed emotions that still wound deeply Unforgiving ink that broke spirit Problems unspoken and unresolved, left to rot in silence -- All designed to chain the future, to keep it from becoming .   So -- Shut out the voices. Settle the debts. Rewire thoughts, reshape feelings. Burn the cursed texts. Exalt reason.   For only on a solid foundation can we summon what’s been missing for far too long: safety, belonging, and the quiet strength to grow