Tag gentle reflections
Nothing stays frozen forever.
No night lasts forever.
No pain holds your soul prisoner forever.
There once was a Body.
It had no name. No age.
It was perfect — built of atoms, structures, cells.
But inside… it was empty.
“What if I could feel?”
“What if I could get lost, just to find myself again?”
You’ve been told you’re too much. Too soft. Too sensitive. Too afraid.
But you are simply tuned in to what others have numbed.
You didn’t build it for applause.
You built it because your soul needed a place
where it could sit down and exhale.
I opened something that looked like simple words.
But inside—there was a mirror.
Sometimes you wake up,
and everything feels… foreign.
As if you’ve fallen back onto this planet
forgetting why you came.
There was a voice inside her that no one ever heard.
Not because it was too soft —
but because she kept it hidden.
She read all the right books.
Drank all the right teas.
Wrote all the right affirmations.
But nothing worked.