My Eyes

My  Eyes

Love myself I do.
My eyes speak my thoughts.
My glimpse says my words.
Need I utter them to you?
Nay, my glance is enough to say it all.
Silent am I to you.
Look into my eyes.
You will know me enough.

Behind my silence
are echoes of battles no one heard—
words that cut,
hands that broke what they never built.
But still, I rise.
Still, I love the woman I am becoming.
Each glance I give
is a quiet revolution—
for every sister still whispering
when she deserves to roar.

And now,
with every breath, I reclaim my name.
No more shrinking, no more shame.
For in this silence,
a storm finds voice—
and in my stillness,
I have made a choice.
To stand, to speak,
to live—
enough.

So look,
See,
And perceive—
My eyes speak my thoughts.

Dedication

To every soul whose spirit has been tested by violence — whether in whispered words or bruising hands — this is for you.

To those silenced by fear, diminished by pain, and hidden behind quiet eyes: know that your story is seen and felt.

Your silence is not weakness, but a shield forged in battles unseen. Your gaze carries the weight of survival, the strength of resistance, and the promise of healing.

May you find in these words the courage to rise, the power to reclaim your voice, and the love to embrace yourself fully.

 You are not alone. Your pain matters. Your fight matters. Your becoming is a revolution.

 Look into the eyes of every survivor — and know they speak volumes without uttering a sound.

With unwavering solidarity and hope,

 This is for you.

The Ocean and the Moon

 

The Ocean and the Moon

The ocean knows,
It carries only the reflection—
Not the moon,
Not the memory,
But only the light
That trembles
And vanishes.

It does not keep
What touches it,
But only echoes
Of silence,
Stitched in salt.

It does not choose

What sinks or stays,

Only cradles

The weightless

And the lost.

The tide rises
With what never stayed,
And returns
With nothing
But the hush
Of having held

Almost

Everything.

It speaks in waves
Yet keeps no voice,
It shines with stars
But owns no sky.

It remembers
Without remembering—
Each pull,
A letting go.

The ocean knows,
It carries only the reflection—
Not the moon.

I Try

When I break, I try.
When I try, I move on.
Not whole,
Not the same—
But forward,
Still.

The cracks do not vanish.
They shape the light
That enters me.

I do not forget the falling,
But I do not live there.

Some days,
I carry silence like a stone.
Other days,
Like a song.

When I Break

When I break, I try.
When I try, I move on.
Not whole,
Not the same—
But forward,
Still.

The cracks do not vanish.
They shape the light
That enters me.

I do not forget the falling,
But I do not live there.

Some days,
I carry silence like a stone.
Other days,
Like a song.

I’ve learned
That healing isn’t winning.
It’s walking,
Even when the wind
Still pulls
From behind.

When I break, I try.
When I try,
I become—
Something softer,
Something true.

When I break, I try.
When I try,
I become—
Something softer,
Something true.

Every Woman

 

Every woman has a story-

A story of her own-

Hidden behind her smile,

And confines to her heart.

A tale written in quiet glances,
In pauses between words,

In the strength it takes
To rise again, unheard.

She carries storms in silence,
And sunshine in her eyes,
Balancing the weight of worlds
While learning how to fly.

Her dreams may be folded
Like letters never sent,
But still, they burn bright
With fierce intent.

Not all battles leave bruises,
Not all queens wear crowns,
But every woman holds a universe
That can’t be broken down.

So when you see her smile—
Know, it’s more than grace;
It’s the echo of survival,
Etched across her face.

Pause and Rest

 

She is strong

But Exhausted.

So she pauses.

So she rests.

The rest- 

Can wait.

Space

Listen to yourself and break out ...

You need your space. 

Look at a child's face and smile.

Hold his hand and see through his eye.

Feel his emotion and Live in his world ...

You will know what happiness is.

He smiles back; Leans on you and 

holds your hand with his heart. 

He knows you. 

The other noises- doesn't matter.

Listen to yourself...

Listen to the child's silence and understand.

I Am the One Person

 

I am the one person.
The only one.
In every single aspect
Of my life.

I show up
When no one else will.
I carry the weight
Because I am unbreakable.

My kindness?
Not weakness.
It’s a strength,
A fire you can’t control.

I fight.
I rise.
I refuse to be small.

I am the one person
Who stands when others fall.
I hold my ground—
And make the earth shake.

I am the one person.
And I am everything.