women’s survival stories ✴︎ 🖤 10.19.2025💔 Reflection There comes a time when you stop defending your goodness to those who prey on it.When you learn that peace doesn’t come from proving your worth,but from walking away from those who never earned it. This is that moment. Integrityby MissT I do not hold all answers true,nor…

by MissT Intro:Sometimes, the world feels relentless. Some days, the storms, the grief, and the weight of giving are more than we can bear. This poem is a quiet confession, an honest whisper of exhaustion and a longing for peace. It’s for anyone who has felt the world too heavy on their shoulders, and for…

on a clown 🤡 The 👑 on the 🤡 by MissT Why did I give a crown to a clown,And call his chaos love?Why paint his tricks as destiny,And bless the fool above? He juggled lies like candied truth,And wore my heart for show;A circus built on empty vows,Where laughter masked the blow. I danced…

“The Parasite”by MissT I built you temples out of sorrow,Lit candles with my breath,Prayed you’d wake a god tomorrow —You only worshipped death. You drank the moon to drown your guilt,And bled your dreams for wine.I fed your hunger, soft and spilt,Till ruin became divine. Your kiss was opium, dark and sweet,A venom dressed in…

Reconnecting to Who I Am by MissT I’m reconnecting to who I am — to my youth, my memories, and the young woman who once fled her life to live in Cardiff. I ran from a drunken mother, an absent father, and the grief of losing my grandmother — the woman I loved more than…

For Elsie and Jack by MissT Intro: Before the chaos, before the heartbreaks and all the things that hardened me, there was her. My grandmother, Elsie. The first and purest love I ever knew. Her house was small, her heart enormous. She taught me that kindness doesn’t need to shout, that grace can live quietly…

This isn’t the life I pictured at 55 — and that’s okay. Once upon a time, I thought by now I’d have it all neatly tied up — husband, mortgage, career, the works. Been there. Done that. Burned the T-shirt. 😆 Now? I’m a single parent renting the same little house I’ve called home for…

💔 Intro There comes a moment when love stops being a lifeline and becomes a weight.When healing turns into self-erasure, and you realise that devotion without respect is a slow death disguised as care. This poem was written in that moment of awakening — when I finally saw the truth not through his eyes, but…

If you can’t say it to my face,then don’t say it at all.I know what goes on behind closed doorsyou’re waiting for the fall. Keep waiting, keep watching,let the seasons spin and pass.The memories I holdfall like fire on broken glass. Don’t think I’ll shrink or witherbecause your words cut deep.I learned a lonely strength…