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Spontaneity is what drives me towards
the winsome sound of your voice

© living in verses

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I was blinded by the hate of me,
The weakness of my fibers;
Meant to bridle defects solo,
To manifest myself tomorrow.

© living in verses

(I am a very introspective person by nature. A couple of years ago, I used to have low self esteem and complete chaos in my mind. The mind is a powerful thing, that can be both wholesome and lethal. Each of us has to focus more on self-acknowledgement, mental health, and inner peace. This is quite a journey, I dare say. I feel as if I climbed entire mountain ranges to achieve that, and I am not even close to the finish line! Besides, I believe that the finish line is unreachable, but one has to get on the right track at least.

This platform is becoming more and more important to me with every poem I publish and every post I read. It helped me in an inexplicable way to become the woman I am today. The maturity, wisdom, self-love and love for others I gained from it are uncountable. To think that only a couple of years ago, I felt lost, eyes empty, and the body numb; I felt detached from reality and had no objectives or stimuli that would keep my head straight. Everything started to change because I decided to finally take control of my life. Our lives are our concern and ours only. Success, friendship, love, will come eventually, but the healing has to start from within ourselves. We have to learn to appreciate the persons we are, improve the aspects we want, defeat insecurities, turn them into powerful assets, and display all of that proudly once ready.

I rarely add comments to back up my poems, because I am more comfortable with sharing my experiences and feelings through concise creative writing. This time, I wanted to add something more and perhaps inspire someone.)

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Trapped within a pair of headphones
Not one oblivious expression
Far from shallow navigations
Solely guided by the beauty
Of an instrument’s profound potential

© living in verses

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There is not a single thing
in the constellation of reliefs
as riveting as trimming outrages
into soothing and tempering
narrations.

© living in verses

(I used to be angry at myself and everything around me quite often. Everything changed, when I resumed my writing in a more constant way. Whenever I feel the rage pulsating through my skin and trying to kill my positive vibe, I put it down in verses and store it atop the farthest shelf of my mind. This way, I can get back to smiling and being my crazy self. Poetry kinda saved me and I will never be able to thank it enough.)