There are thoughts that have no words that hide in the corners of my mouth.

Some feelings don’t want to be fixed. they just want to be felt, fully, like rain on skin, no umbrella, no escape, just presence

In moments when words fail or aren’t needed, That double squeeze becomes everything: a comfort in chaos, a tether in silence, a reminder that you are not alone. That someone sees you, understands you, and loves you enough to say it without saying a thing.

𝗬ou light the sky when all feels dim, 𝗘ven shadows soften at your hymn. 𝗟ifting my heart with quiet grace, 𝗟ike golden warmth on a weary face. 𝗢ver and over, you find your way, 𝗪ithout a doubt, you brighten my day. #AcrosticChallenge

𝗦haring your pain, I feel it too. 𝗔lthough the clouds are grey, I’m here with you. 𝗗ays may be heavy, but we’ll make it through.

𝗦low your whirling thoughts today, 𝗧ake a breath and drift away. 𝗢pen mind and open heart, 𝗣eace begins when worries part. #AcrosticChallenge

𝗪hispers of right and wrong drift through the dark, 𝗛eld between choices that tear me apart. 𝗬earning for answers, but silenced by doubt. #AcrosticChallenge

we fill ourselves with self-doubt wondering if we are enough wondering if we will ever be enough and shouldn't

Your fire, my hush. You kiss me into a daze— the dusk of your touch bruises the calm in me. I unravel, drawn to your edge: majesty through mystery, chaos in perfect control. #kaytpoemprompts #FoxProse

One world, many faces One world, silent graces One world, slowly paces One world, empty spaces

𝗚radually, I stopped chasing who I was. 𝗥eal life arrived in quiet moments. 𝗢ver time, I made space for what stayed. 𝗪ith each breath, I began to live again. #AcrosticChallenge

A breath so small, yet full of fight, a tiny spark in endless night. We wait, we ache, we barely sleep— love holds the dark, as shadows creep. For every tear, a thread of grace, for every fear, a soft embrace. I cannot hold the pain you do— but I hold you, and your child too.

She stands within the open — infinite, hollow, exposed. Space offers everything. She finds nothing. In the maze, the walls return — tight, soft, enclosing. The corners hold her. Nothing presses in. Freedom hums with absence. Safety whispers of stillness. She stays in between.