I keep the rain
behind my eyes
a storm with no thunder
only the quiet ache
of clouds too heavy to leave
my breath learns
the shape of silence
holding each crack together
like fragile glass
afraid of becoming light
the tears wait
patient as tides
pressing gently
against the shoreline
asking for nothing
but a moment to exist
instead
I swallow oceans
wear steady hands
and answer the world
with a voice
that almost doesn’t fade
still
somewhere beneath it all
the river remembers its name
and one day
it will find its way home
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
I see ancient beauty behind your eyes. Within every emotion lies sadness, and within sadness lies the truth. For me this isn’t poetic jargon, this is my witness with full power. I’m grateful for you beyond measure. ❤️🌻
Thank you so much. You always say the best things. I’m grateful for you too! 🌷💕
This sounds like a poignant poem, Jen. Hugs and happy Tuesday!
Thank you, Hazel. Big hugs!
My pleasure, Jen. Thank you
love the opening; a suitably oppressive poem that lifts towards the jubilant end — ‘as the river remembers its name’ —
Thank you so much!
Jenn, The line “I swallow oceans” hit me the hardest. The whole poem feels like the struggle of holding yourself together while longing to finally let go. But I also love the ending—it feels hopeful, like some part of you still believes you’ll find your way home. You don’t have to carry those oceans alone. Love you 🩷
Girl you so get it, you understand me so well. I appreciate you so much ❤️
Powerful and just so beautifully written. Hope you’re doing well! 🤗🤗
Thank you so much. I was away for a few days so I’ve been trying to catch up here. I hope you’re doing well too 🤗
Love this poem
Thank you so much!
You’re welcome