For Every Version of You That Made It Here
“You are not broken. You are healing.”
Welcome, dear soul,
I know you may carry a weight, a quiet sorrow, or a feeling that you don’t quite fit the mold. But here, in this space, you are invited to be exactly who you are, imperfect, unfolding, and yet profoundly whole.
This is not just a page. It is a soft embrace for your spirit, a place where every crack in your heart is met with compassion, not pity. Where each scar is seen as proof of your strength, not a sign of your defeat.
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“When your heart is heavy, let it rest in softness, not silence.”
– Quote of the Week
Seasonal Reflections
A rotating piece for the season you’re standing in.
When The Light Returns
Come closer.
The light is coming back.
Not to argue.
Not to conquer.
But to warm what has grown cold.
The sun does not choose sides.
It rises for every face turned upward.
It touches every open hand the same.
This is how rebirth begins.
Not with fire or force
but with hope
stirring where the heart still listens.
Hope returns this way.
Like breath after holding.
Like kindness remembered.
Like love that never left
only waited to be welcomed.
Today, the world leans toward warmth.
And for a moment
we remember
we belong to the same light.
- Thîrteen
Poems & Comfort Reads
For the days you need softness, language, or somewhere to exhale.
Where I Still Find You
I look for you
in the quiet first.
In the pause before sleep.
In the space a breath lingers
after your name.
I speak to you there.
Not because I believe you are lost,
but because love never learned how to stop.
Some days I tell you everything.
Some days nothing at all.
Both feel like missing you.
The world keeps asking me to move forward.
As if love were something you leave behind.
As if the heart could forget
its own language.
But you remain
in the way certain songs linger.
In the instinct to turn and tell you.
In the silence
that knows your shape.
When the ache returns
it does not ask permission.
It arrives the way tides do,
drawn by what they cannot leave.
So I will meet you
in the quiet again.
Where love still knows
how to find me.
— Thîrteen
“I Am Still Here”
Some days,
I feel like I’m disappearing.
Like I could stop speaking
and the world would keep spinning,
unbothered.
I sit in class
and float above my body,
smiling at the right times,
laughing on cue,
while something inside me
holds its breath.
I don’t always know what’s wrong.
It’s not always loud.
Sometimes it’s just
the weight of everything
and nothing
at the same time.
I scroll past quotes that say
you matter,
and I want to believe them,
but the truth is,
some days,
I don’t.
And still,
I get up.
Still,
I make it to the next minute.
Still,
I carry all this ache
in silence,
like a language
only I understand.
But tonight,
something feels different.
Not perfect.
Not fixed.
But quieter.
Softer.
Like maybe the darkness
doesn’t mean I’m lost.
just that I’m still walking.
Maybe hope isn’t loud either.
Maybe it’s the small decision
to stay.
To keep writing my name
on empty pages.
To whisper,
“I am still here.”
And maybe,
that’s not the end of me.
Maybe
it’s the beginning.
- Thîrteen
“Sunday Whispers”
Sunday whispers, soft and slow,
A gentle pause, a peaceful glow.
Set aside the rush, the race,
Let joy and laughter take their place.
Breathe in deep, the flowers sway,
Their sweet perfume drifts your way.
Sip your coffee, feel the breeze,
Let your heart be light, at ease.
Rejuvenate, unwind, be free,
Soak in love and harmony.
For time moves fast, but not today,
This Sunday’s yours, just drift away.
- Thîrteen