by MissT The child in me returns quietly,not kicking doors or screaming blame,but standing in the doorwaywith scraped knees and a familiar ache. She doesn’t ask me to save her.She doesn’t need explaining.She only wants to knowif I’m still leaving myself behind. She remembers the roomswhere love was conditional,where silence was saferthan being seen. She…

Of Fixing the Broken I learned early how to listento cracks before they split,how to read the silence in a roomand rush in with glue and grit. I could spot a fracture at twenty paces,see the ache behind the grin,feel the tremor in your laughterand mistake it for a way in. So I rolled up…

MissT 🌿 Ancient Soil When Death comes, I brace as shadows close;my lungs reach for the thinning air.I whisper that I’m not prepared,that I am trembling here.But Death leans in and murmurs low:“I’m gentler than you knew—come rest within the quiet now;I only carry you.” When Death comes, I will be readyto earn my final…

bymisst The spirit drifts upon the wind,Still seeking former life;Its gnarled hands clutch at twisted treesAnd wander through the night. Warm light spills out from village homesIt watches, cold and clear;It peers through windows of the livingAt truths it cannot bear. Through hollows cut in timbered wallsIts spectral shape appears;The temperature falls, the clocks stand…

misst Darkness once became my friend,A shapeless cloak I wore;Self-loathing brewed its weather there—A storm behind my door. The thunder split my quietLike seams undone by grief;My skin became the trembling shoreWhere waves could find no peace. Yet still the sun came searchingThrough curtains stiff with ache;It brushed the dust from shattered roomsAnd urged my…

by MissT If you kill the generational curse,you free the child inside;the one who learned to shrink herself,the one who had to hide. You silence all the echoesof the wounds your parents knew,and break the chains they handed downbefore they touched you too. If you kill the generational curse,your children learn to stand;with softer hearts,…

(by MissT) I’m not in winter’s coldness,nor in sunlight breaking through,not in the tide that sweeps the sands,or where shadows touch my hue. Not in the lift of a young bird’s wing,or the dance of leaves set free,not in the clouds where skylarks sing,or the gentle hum of a bee. You’ll find me in the…

by MissT 🌿 Softness with a Spine She is a woman made of thunder,soft-hearted, brave, and true,who has walked through storms and quiet griefand still found a way through. She loves with depth that startles,with loyalty that holds;she gathers others’ broken heartsin gentle, steady folds. But she gives until she’s hollow,takes on inherited fears,quieting her…

The Slimming World Saga by MissT I joined Slimming Worldthinking I’d emerge a goddess,glide past the scaleslike a reborn womanpowered by speed vegand the smug glow of free food. Instead I’m here counting synslike an accountant in crisis,whispering bargainswith a Curly Wurlyas if it’s a demon I could bribe. I’m frying mushroomswith the passion of…

I love himwith a tenderness that startles me,a love that knows the shape of his laughter,the warmth of his voice,the quiet way he looks at meas if I am the one safe placein a world that keeps slipping through his hands. I love the whole of him,not the polished version,not the tidy one,but the real…