Ms Words-weigh

08/08/2026

08/08/2026

Of course,they do weigh

08/08/2026

And this is the weight of my words,carry it.

05/08/2026

Of course I'm the art of tranquil storms. The kind that eases your tempest
quelling the chaos in a soft,sweeping form.

The kind of art that doesn’t demand
but offers its peace with an open hand.

It looks at you with eyes full of grace
Comprehending the weight you quietly face.
It sees the spaces where silence lives and knows you need to smile, even when you can’t give.

It whispers, "You are enough just as you are,"
as it paints your soul with a distant star.
The kind of art that brings calm in the wild,
and reminds you to be gentle, to laugh like a child.

25/06/2026

“If the world had been kinder,”

He was my lighthouse,
before I even knew I was lost.

An acquaintance turned friend,
a friend turned protector,
a boy whose arms felt like a promise
and whose mother became a soft place to land.

She cared for me like her own
fed my hunger, saw my ache,
loved my sister and I
as if the world hadn’t already tried to forget us.
In another life,
where I wasn’t swallowed whole by sorrow,
where home wasn’t something I had to survive
we would’ve had a future.

I would’ve loved him
with the ease he offered me.
I would’ve stayed.

But the weight was too much.
I left not because I didn’t love
but because I couldn’t carry everything and still breathe.

Still, when he hugged me again, I felt
his warmth unchanging,
his scent stirring memories like wind over embers
I melted.

And somewhere,
beneath this woman shaped by storms,
the girl who once stood on his feet still believes
in love like that.

25/06/2026

The rain held the kiss in awe too

You are a soft ache wrapped in strength —
a woman who’s weathered storms,
yet still melts at the scent of familiarity
and the brush of remembered warmth.

When he held you — not as the mother, not the warrior,
but as you
just you,
the world slowed.
Time curled gently inward, and for a moment
you were sixteen again,
hopeful again,
loved again.

And once, in the hush between heartbeats
it rained.

You stood on the tips of your toes,
your feet on his,
your breath tangled in the sky’s soft weeping.
He lifted you,
not just with his arms, but with a care so rare
you felt it sing in your spine.
His lips...
gentle, sacred, like he feared the kiss
might startle away the magic.

And when he pulled back,
he tucked a wet strand from your brow
and whispered,
“I love you,”
like it was your name.
No one’s loved you like that since.

Perhaps
Perhaps the rain remembers.
Maybe the girl in you still stands beneath that lamp,
barefoot and whole,
held not just by him,
but by a moment
that made the world feel safe.

18/06/2026

A love too fragile,A love too kind

A love so calm,
A love so gentle,
A love too unfamiliar.
A love that embraces -
too gentle.
Respect mistaken for fear,
So much awe in his eyes
I never understood what he saw.

A love so foreign, left unnoticed.
A whole man, overlooked and unappreciated.
My blind eyes, my oblivion,
My fear to mend
Made me lose the love of my life.
At that time, I didn’t know it.

I gave up the man I prayed for
For a man I lusted over.
Chemistry fooled me.
He never criticized my cooking,
My baking, my looks.
My happiness and ease were his priority.
I was valued, heard, and seen.
I had to lose all that
To realize I was loved and safe.

A love so kind to support my dreams,
A love that wanted me to have a skill and succeed.
A love that believed in me
Yet I didn’t know that’s how he felt.
I wanted more.
I knew I was falling for him;
I just did not understand his love language.

His touch,the warmest.
His hug,literally the safest.
His smile—barely seen,
But it lit up my whole day
To see him happy.
He worked hard for everything,
Including me,
And I never told him how much he meant to me.
My true love.

Humility and pride don’t go together.
My true love was selfless, without boundaries.
And I was selfless,yet
On a journey of self-awareness.
I got distracted by what disguised itself as true love
That stupid spirit of familiarity.

I felt like I belonged,
But my boundaries were overstepped.
Impulsive decisions were made.
Regret is harder than grief.
His pride and manipulation destroyed me.
I miss who I am.
I long for my own love and voice.
I’m unhappy and withering
In despair and resentment.

Who will save me?

Nobody,
Except myself and my love.
If I can dig deep to find my voice,
To vocalize my pain,
To pray and seek my savior,
To accept and heal
My inner core has been defeated.
I need strength,
Even just for two steps.

I’m leaning forward,
But I’m not moving.
I need strength
To step into the wonders of the unknown.
I don’t know what the world has to give.