Building Not pretty but it raised me. Broken outside but whole inside. From these walls I rose. Unsafe to others, sacred to me. Unsafe walls, safe memories. Foundation may be cratered but it held me up. You see danger, I see my origin story. Poem by Maria, eThekwini-Durban, South Africa, July 2025 … Credit: Photo…
Family Tree We grow and disperse We learn the ways of life Ways that lead us astray Some learn and gain wisdom Others learn to use knowledge against others The ways of life Life is like a tree Starts from a simple seed Sprouts into what we call the beauty of nature Each slowly fades…
In My Head I can’t run. I can’t hide. I close all the doors and windows. Yet, I still Hear their voices Memories I wish I’d forgotten Displaying in my head like A cinema.. I’m stuck in my head and my thoughts are killing me. I feel dead waiting for my last breath… there is…
Conscripted Souls It’s a scary world we’re living in, in a world where love has become a computation as to who gets the most exes Where did the long loving true love go? or did our parents hide it only for their generation? I read a quote that goes « when you find your first love…