🖤 A Poem for the Ones Who Let Us Drown By MissT This piece is poetry — raw, reflective, and drawn from lived emotion. If it resonates, it’s because too many of us have asked these questions in the dark. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. Where is your depth? Mine is the…

“The Mind Behind the Moon”by MissT Beautiful faces light the street,With painted smiles and perfect feet.But I have walked past many eyes,And found no truth beneath disguise. I’ve danced with charm and sweet appeal,With hearts too hollow to feel real.I’ve heard rehearsed romantic lines,But not the pulse of deeper minds. Then came a night of…

Put Happiness Above the Stormby MissT Put happiness above the storm,Though bones may crack and dreams decay.These days grow cold, no longer warm . Don’t chase the man with feathers shornThe show fades fast, the truth will stay.Put happiness above the storm. Their polished charm, a practiced form,A script they read, then walk away.These days…

PART ONE TO FOUR DIVORCED, DAMAGED AND DANGEROUS Night Demon Parts 1 to 4 Part One: The Dream The lane was dark, stretched long and deep, Where shadows crouch and spiders creep. Their hairy legs, a beady stare Eyes blinking in the hedgerow’s lair. Two steps in—then came a snap ,A rustle. Breath caught in…

The Truth Looks Back by MissT Don’t dust yourself downAnd get comfortable.Your performance is not convincing,And your heart changes direction like the wind. No moon can mirror your reflection,No sun can hide in the shade you throw.Shadows creep around you like demons—Your loyalty is as misguided as a lost traveller. Do not show your conscious…

Don’t walk with me no moreTake your love to those who can pityFor I am the strong, the brave, with no more time to be weak I stand in the hollow ground of my forefathersAnd scream a tribal noise out in painThis is not my futureThis is my past. I’m living in the echo chambers…

Final Chapter – I Became Her By MissT So, there we were—in the refuge.Full circle, after ten long years. I’d stood there once before with Lauren and Emma.Now I was back, this time with my boys. To say I was disappointed in myself would be too soft.I was gutted. Furious, even. Not just at the…

Introduction:Sometimes silence isn’t passive. It’s power.This is for every woman who ever wanted the last wordand chose peace instead. Redemption arc? Nah, rebirth. Holy water? More like holy rage. Confession booth? Try blog post. “Line Drawn. Mouth Shut. Crown On.” I could spill more. I could burn the whole thing down. But why bother? Ashes…

Unwritten Wounds life by MissT No message, no call, no check-in to say“I’m you doing alright since you walked away”I showed up in fear when I thought you were goneBut you vanished like dusk at the break of the dawn You call it your pride, I call it a wallA fortress of silence, too scared…