The nights felt endless, resembling unfinished games, with pieces strewn across a board I never selected. I played quietly, my knuckles sore from uncertainty, each move posing a question, and every defeat revealing a truth. They advised, "Just breathe," as if breathing could alleviate the burden of...Read more
Whispered
For videos of my poetry, check out my YouTube @Whispered212 I have been creating spoken word poetry for as long as I can recall. When I experience anxiety, I grab my pen and find relief. I wish for my words to offer others the same solace they have given me.
I recall the nights that felt like endless, fractured roads—no lights, no exits, just me and the echo of my own uncertainties resonating louder than reality. You see, pain doesn’t just knock. It barges in, rearranging your life, creating a home in your heart— and challenges you to call it temporary...Read more
There comes a time just before you release something when everything shakes. Not loudly, not enough for the world to take notice, but just enough for you. You sense it in your chest, like an unanswered question, like standing on the brink of something undefined. The leaf doesn’t fall due to fa...Read more
There comes a time when everything seems unresolved, like an equation stretched across a page that is too small to contain it. You find yourself in the realm of the unknown, surrounded by symbols that remain silent, variables lacking values, and proofs that falter midway through belief. Yet, des...Read more
Life predates our memories. It flows through us like the desert wind sweeping over stone. We come into this world small, oblivious to the burden of time. Yet even fleeting flames can leave impressions that last for centuries. In the quiet of history, there exists a young king— Tutankhamun. His ...Read more
It’s 3 a.m. once more. That cursed hour when silence becomes deafening, when your heartbeat starts drumming against your ribs as if trying to escape, when every thought transforms into a storm, and every shadow becomes familiar with your name. You lie there, eyes wide open, while the ceiling ...Read more
The waves tower over my bravery. Dark. Insatiable. Unyielding. They crash against me, attempting to remind me that I’m insignificant, I’m delicate, I’m sinking. Anxiety is never silent. It doesn’t knock gently. It barges in, yelling you can’t, you won’t, you’ll drown, and for a brief momen...Read more