The Raw me - As mystery unfolds

  As my soul leaves this earthly shell, I release myself from life's mortal spell. Dear ones, do not grieve or sorrow, For I have completed my karmic borrow.   You were but instruments in my life's play, Guiding me along the destined way. I hold no grudges, nor do I feel any pain, For all that happened, was for my spiritual gain.   Through your actions, I learned and grew, To lighten my soul's journey anew. Every tear shed, every hurtful word, Was a lesson learned, though at times absurd.   I am grateful for all that you did, Though it may have caused my soul to be rid. For now, I know we are all connected, In this grand play, no one is rejected.   To the spirits I now ascend, My journey's completion, my karma's end. No need to be reborn again, For my soul has learned all that it's been ordained.   Life is a magical mystery to behold, Directed by spirits, stories to be told. No rehearsals, only punishments for flaws, A play so grand, guided by universal law...

                                            Living on edges was always my calling, Adrenaline humming beneath my restless skin. The wind roared loud inside my veins, A heartbeat racing, wild and uncontained. I never reached for anyone’s comfort, Solitude felt safer than borrowed warmth. Then you arrived like sudden lightning, And something in me began to shift. You saw my chaos, never tried taming, Held it gently, called it something beautiful. Where others feared my untamed wilderness, You stood still and chose to stay. You painted color across my fractures, Turned my storms into something resembling music. In your presence, my fears grew quieter, Like waves settling beneath a silver moon. You are the adventure I never resisted, A pull stronger than reason or caution. Your scent carries whispers of deep forests, Your arms, like branches, shelter my wandering. Your eyes hold sto...

As a child, I lived in the quiet spaces between being seen and being forgotten. Love, in my home, felt like something distant— a language, I was never taught to speak. My father dreamed of a son, not a daughter shaped like me, and my mother— tired, worn, and heavy with life— carried storms, she could not put down. She once dreamed, of a home filled with laughter, but what she held instead, was a life of sharp edges and unspoken wounds. I was born into the shadow of that grief, into arms that never quite opened. Each day, I learned the weight of being unwanted— in the silences, in the curses whispered like truths I was meant to believe. I wondered, why didn’t they play with me? Why didn’t they hold me like I had seen others held? Why did love skip past me as if I were invisible? They expected strength before I learned softness, Confidence, before I knew comfort. So I grew up believing I was not enough— not enough to be chosen, not enough to be loved. And so, I built another world. In da...