Some gifts aren’t wrapped in ribbons or bought in stores.
They come in silence, in stillness, in soul.
This poem is a reminder of the treasures we carry within—
grace, peace, love, and light.
After the laughter fades, silence lingers—echoes of joy, pain, and the quiet space where healing begins.
Real eyes realize the pain, sorrow, suffering of other humans. Understanding your eyes are within. Sight vs Insight.
The Crashout of a person is real. The anger that comes with it makes a persons humanity get weaker and weaker with each one. Wanting to hurt the same way you’ve been hurt if not more. The vindication of a crash out……is it really worth it in the end?
The memories of a loved one
Reflect and bask in the emotional elements
Both past and now
When memory aches, it teaches. “Memories Learn” is a poem of reflection, pain, and healing.
After the laughter fades, silence lingers—echoes of joy, pain, and the quiet space where healing begins.
The Crashout of a person is real. The anger that comes with it makes a persons humanity get weaker and weaker with each one. Wanting to hurt the same way you’ve been hurt if not more. The vindication of a crash out……is it really worth it in the end?
