The Raw me - As mystery unfolds

                                            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...