Hidden Chambers Of The Soul

06/11/2026

I tucked away your remnants in a box, your words once filled with vitality , now echo like haunting ghosts,

dried petals that whisper of love’s lost spark, faded photos, just shadows of a sunken past.

These keepsakes were intended to cradle your memory, yet they only gather dust as heavy as my breath, a silent witness to the ache of your vacancy .

I hold tight to this box, a fragile anchor to you, terrified to unseal it, like my heart that is still so tightly bound.

Perhaps one day, I’ll have the strength to go through the letters, and burn them like the bridges you set ablaze ,
crush the petals, and let them scatter in the wind , and in their flight, find the pieces of me again that I lost .

I’ll shred all the pictures, confront the truth,
that the smile you wore was only a mask, and in its removal,
I’ll reclaim my life from this box of farewells….

©️willowbodhi

06/11/2026

The flag waved , and I found myself lost in the echo of the starting gun, marking both the dawn and dusk of my pursuit for your love.

Loving you felt like an endless race, filled with hurdles, yet I held on tightly to hope, waiting patiently at the finish line.

You were always out there, running marathons without ever crossing the line, while I stood with open arms, for your arrival.

My heart sank , and my excitement turned into a quiet sadness .As the dark of night rolled in for the last time, and I stood there alone.

I realized then that you were not racing toward me , you were fleeing from the truth reflected in my eyes.

With nothing left to hold onto, I had no choice but to walk away, for the love that I had for you that once filled my lungs with oxygen , now suffocated me, and the pain of the chase had become too heavy to bear.
The race was over.

©️Willow Bodhi

05/30/2026

This !!!!
Dr. Glenn Patrick Doyle

05/30/2026

Discarded
©️Willow Bodhi
Hidden Chambers Of The Soul

05/29/2026

My body often feels like a backseat driver, constantly urging me to heed its warnings and guiding me away from perceived dangers. It senses potential crashes before I do, yet I find myself dismissing its alerts, striving to maintain my focus. its voice drowns out my “own“ disrupting my peace on this one way street of concentration. I wonder how frequently the body shares genuine wisdom rather than mere fear, offering insights we often overlook, gut feelings we ignore, or red flags we rationalize away to avoid inconvenience.
What if we paused to truly listen? What if we chose to slow down and take a different path, even if it meant a longer journey?
Perhaps by doing so, we could evade detours and chaos, ultimately reaching our destination with a sense of ease. Would the flat tire we suffer from ignoring our instincts be repaired? Would we find ourselves breathing easier, discovering more beautiful scenery instead of the frustrations we’ve bottled up? Could our focus shift, transforming our journey into one filled with blooming fields and welcoming streetlights, rather than desolate roads? Maybe that backseat driver is not just a nagging voice but a wise part of ourselves, gently steering us toward a more fulfilling path.

©️Willow Bodhi
Hidden Chambers Of The Soul

05/28/2026

I wonder as I wander through each day . Someday pass by so fast I forget who I am , while others seem as though the hand of the clock never moved , and I’m standing on the precipice of who I am and who I was told I had to be . Both bring about a certain kind of loneliness and emptiness. It’s a place no other can reach , a place where there is no one to reach out for . It’s just an existence , a darkness , full of shadows I wander through in hopes to find the wonder . I cannot run , but I also can not stay consumed . I must move through every pang of pain , through every dark room . Look in every mirror reflecting back to me the things I must ponder and then I wonder ….

As I look deep within , sobbing endless tears , not just the grieving of the loss , but a knowing… a becoming of the wander…the acceptance of all that had to be, to become all that I will be …
but what a lonely , terrifying journey to travel .
©️Willow Bodhi Hidden Chambers Of The Soul

05/27/2026

Yes 🙌 DO IT NOW !!!!
Denzy Dark

Do it now. 🖤

05/24/2026

Sylvia Plath

05/20/2026

I hate this time of year for alot of reasons. But I hate the torture my family and I go through every year. It sucks.

I understand su***de more then most. I know the state one is in when they make that decision. I've been there. And often have found myself there quite a bit in my life. I know some say there is no rational brain there, and for many there isn't. But when you can cognitively make the decision to take a day off work, and say you'll be “right back”, attempt to fill Out the ending paperwork, and go hide somewhere so Noone will find you for days, I can't help but think you had some conscious thought. You thought through every step of what you were doing.
I'll never understand it. I wish my heart and mind and Body would stop trying. Trying to find you, was torture. Days and days of searching. My body still feels like It's in a rat race trapped running around frantically looking for you for, hoping aching praying Ill be able to find you and you'll still be alive. My heart selfishly still aches for the love I longed to feel from you, my mind still irrationally blames myself thinking maybe just maybe I could have done something, said something that would have made a difference. And I still carry around the burden that I just wasn't good enough for your love, for you to stay alive. I hope one day this guilt, and responsibility that I know isn't even mine to carry goes where it belongs.
I've been working to let it go for the last 2 years . But it IS NOT simple. Grief is NOT simple. It's exhausting. I am tired of trying to be perfect for something I will never obtain. Yet I still can't stop frantically trying.

I am Still healing. One micromoment at a time. And that is ok.

For anyone else experiencing this or any other kind of grief. Know, you're not alone, and it's ok to be wherever you are in your grief. It's ok to sit with it, feel it and feel any feeling you have. There is no timeline.
In all things we face, we have to go through them. You can't go around them, over them, or under them. The only way…is through. And sometimes that means sitting in the dark while you pray for a glimmer of light.

***deloss

My mind won't shut off.
I am sleep-deprived at this point. I can't sleep yet again for two nights in a row. Really it's been more like 365 days.
Time has been so distorted since you've left. It was the day we searched and we searched for our dad everywhere we could think of. We still had hope but deep down we knew he wasn't coming back. There wasn't a single trace of him anywhere to be found. I couldn't breathe seeing his face flash across the news. Missing person reports. I don't think any of us took a single breath the entire three days.
I am still searching for him. Waiting for him. I tell myself he's home drunk and just forgot about me. It's easier to get through the days. Nothing makes the nights easier. 5-21 will be here in less than 5 minutes. It's now what I call dooms day. I still can't breathe.
***deloss ***de