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  • For the Woman Who Stayed Soft in the Storm. by MissT

    She doesn’t roar to prove her worth,She doesn’t beg to be believed—Her strength is in the silenceThat follows when she leaves. A heart like fire wrapped in grace,Too wild to cage, too true to fake,She breaks, she bends, but always stands—No one owns the path she takes. She loves like thunder—raw and deep,But learns when…

  • Don’t Let the Night Take Me

    Don’t let the night take me. My gloomy thoughts stir,Memories flicker to life.The world grows quieter—And lonelier. It’s just me and my mind,Replaying,Pausing,Rewinding every sceneThat still hurts to watch. I try to stay hopeful,To stop the heartbreakFrom driving me mad. But the clock spins—And I spin with it.Tossing. Turning.Trying to understand. The knot in my…

  • Chapter 9 – 30’s (part 4)

    We got back from the holiday, and I made sure SH knew—right there at the airport—that I wanted nothing more to do with him. To my surprise, he seemed to accept it. It was a relief to be home. Life picked up where it left off, and I didn’t expect J’s phone calls to continue.…

  • Tell The Devil I’m Driving

    “Some women fear the fire. Others become it.” — R.H. Sin Tell the Devil I’m Drivingby MissT I was born into battle—Not the kind with swords,but sharp tongues and slammed doors,cold silences that screamed louder than rage. She called herself a mother.I called her the storm.A hurricane in human form,ripping through my childhoodlike it was…

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  • “Becoming Me, Finally” By MissT

    I don’t know how to be me. I made myself quieter. Slimmer. More agreeable. Kinder.A servant to his needs. A people-pleaser to the extreme.I let the same people in, over and over, hoping for a different outcome.All I got was more.More abuse. More self-loathing. More depression. I was already carrying the weight of my childhood…

  • What They Needed Was Me. by MissT

    Tonight, I laid my grandbabies down,kissed soft foreheads,tucked in tiny dreams.Then wandered through this warm, lived-in home—their laughter still clinging to the corners. And I remembered.The scent of baby lotion.The chaos of breakfast cereal and school shoes.The quiet ache in the middle of the nightwhen I was the only one who heard them cry. It…

  • Goodbye to the Girl Who Was Afraid to Be Alone. by MissT

    There was a version of me who couldn’t bear the silence.Who ran from the stillness, mistaking it for loneliness.She wasn’t weak—just scared.Scared to sit in the dark without someone else’s light.Scared of what she’d find in the quiet.But I’m not her anymore. This is my goodbye. Goodbye to the Girl Afraid to Be Aloneby MissT…

  • The Final Mirror. (Reflection)

    He was a good man.An emotionally stunted man, yes — but not cruel. Not careless. Just… afraid of being alone.And I loved him. For years, I tried to be enough to fill that bottomless well of emptiness he carried.But the truth? I was drowning in it. I didn’t leave because I stopped caring. I left…

  • Slim Pickings By MissT. (Today’s feelings)

    Today, an ex contacted me out of the blue—same old charm, same old script. He offered nothing but a reminder of the woman I used to be. I’ve grown since then. This poem is what came next. Slim Pickingsby MissT He came back with the same old line,A flicker of charm, soaked in slime.“Friends with…