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Footprints

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*Picture is my own*

I leave my footprints 
where the water forgets
letting the tide erase
what I can’t carry home
the wind learns my name 
and gives it back to me in pieces
a laugh
a promise
the space between your words

the horizon keeps our secrets
wide enough to hold 
what we never finished saying

even the night knows you
the way the stars lean closer
as if listening
I gather their light like fragments of you
and press them to my chest
proof that absence can still glow

so I stay until the sky 
exhales its last color
until my heart remembers 
its own rhythm again
and when I leave
I take nothing
but the quiet certainty
that love
real love
never learns how to leave

Unravel (Audio)

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I don’t know the shape of your hands
the weight of your body
or the sound of your laugh
but I feel the pull of you as if
we’ve been orbiting each other for lifetimes

I imagine tracing the line of your jaw
finding the hollow behind your ear
the curve of your neck
and I ache to learn the language
of your skin before I even touch it

I want to memorize the heat
you hide in your breath
to discover the spaces
that make you shiver
to know the secret ways
you let yourself unravel

even apart
I taste you in thought
in the brush of air across my skin
that I pretend is yours
and I imagine
the first moment we collide
knowing that everything
I’ve felt in waiting
is just a prelude

Choosing hope (Audio)

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I learned early that softness
was a liability
in a place where walls listened 
and windows rattled with anger
you grew armor the way
other kids grew dreams
hope stayed hidden
folded small and tucked behind the ribs

growing up rugged
teaches you strange math
how love can subtract itself
how silence can weigh
more than shouting
you learn to read moods like the weather
to predict storms
from the way a door closes

childhood felt like a rumor
something bright you only saw 
through passing windows
you learned how to keep breathing
in rooms that forgot to love you

and yet nothing forged 
in fire comes out hollow
you carry a quiet authority 
earned by endurance
your scars are proof you stayed alive
in a place that tried to make you vanish

you are not broken
you are carved by fire
heart still beating 
skin still marked
and quietly 
endlessly choosing hope

Leave me now

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leave me now
before the light learns our names
before the walls memorize your breath
go while goodbye is still a door
and not a wound
while silence can pass for mercy

leave me now 
while your absence is still honest
before it sharpens into regret
I can survive the clean cut of an ending
but not the slow ache of almost
don’t stay long enough 
to turn memory cruel
or teach my hands to reach 
for what won’t return

leave me now
not because I am empty
but because I am full of what we were
and there is no room left 
for you to fade gently

Her eyes

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her dark eyes carry the weight 
of stories never told aloud
they are deep wells of knowing
reflecting both the tenderness 
she gives freely
and the ache she keeps hidden 
they hold the hush
of midnight rooms 
and the echo of emotions 
that learned to survive
without language 
in them lives a patience 
shaped by longing
a softness that’s guarded 
by storms already weathered 
her eyes do not ask
to be understood 
they ask to be felt
and once they are they linger
long after the moment has passed


Becoming

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I would write you
a thousand lifetimes more
even if my hands splintered
from the weight
even if the stars forgot my name
I would give my breath to the page
every shadow every prayer
if it meant feeling you
stir once more beneath my skin
wild
sacred
inevitable
I would give it all
to keep feeling you
the way thirst knows rain
the way flame knows air
tender and relentless
as if there were no end
to what we are becoming

When I’m gone

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when I’m gone
I won’t leave emptiness
I’ll leave a quiet shift
the room will still breathe
just differently
you’ll feel me in pauses
in the way light hesitates on the wall
in the thought
you almost finish aloud
you’ll reach for words 
and find my absence already there
settled in the pauses
teaching you how to listen differently
I won’t be lost
I’ll be threaded through the ordinary
in the way light lingers
in the breath you take
before letting go
in every moment
that asks you to slow down
and feel what’s still here

I won’t be missing
I’ll be everywhere
you learned to look twice

Come to me (Audio)

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Come to me
not as you are expected to be
but as you are 
when no one is watching
come with your tired thoughts
your half-healed memories
the quiet ache 
you never found words for
I am not asking for perfection
I am asking for truth

come to me 
like the evening
comes to the sky
slow inevitable gentle
like waves
returning to the shore
even after they’ve been broken
come when the world
feels too loud
when your name feels heavy
in your own mouth
I will not rush you
I will sit with you in the pause
and call that enough

come to me
and rest
because even the strongest hearts
deserve somewhere safe to land

Saturday reminder

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* Picture is my own *

Just a little reminder, in case you need it today: you matter.

Your presence, your voice, your way of moving through the world, it all counts more than you probably realize. You are valued not for how much you produce, or how perfectly you show up, but simply because you exist. Because you care. Because you try. Because you’re here.

If you’re feeling unseen, overwhelmed, or quietly holding more than you let on, know this: you are loved in ways you may never fully measure. Sometimes love looks loud and obvious. Sometimes it’s quiet, someone thinking of you, rooting for you, hoping you’re okay.

So take this as permission to breathe a little deeper today. To be softer with yourself. To remember that you don’t have to earn belonging, you already have it.

I’m glad you’re here. Truly. ❤️

💋 Jennifer 🌻