She once sang in rivers, her voice clear as glass, Mountains her spine, and forests her breath that would pass. She cradled our footsteps, she fed us with grace, The stars lit her crown and the sun kissed her face. But greed cut her veins and we tore at her skin, We silenced her song with our

Upon the fields where shadows lie, Beneath the ever-weeping sky, The scarlet blooms like prayers remain, Where poppies dare to grow again. The guns are hushed, the cannons still, Yet whispers haunt each broken hill, And names uncarved by mortal pen Live where the poppies grow again. The

You don’t have to smile through it all. You don’t have to keep shining when you’re running on empty. The world has taught you to hold yourself together even while falling apart — to be soft, but never weak, to be kind, but never tired, to give, and give, and give until there’s nothing lef

Mate, you don’t have to keep pretending you’re fine. You don’t have to carry the whole world just because someone once told you that’s what men do. You were never built to be unbreakable. You were built to feel — to laugh, to ache, to want, to need someone beside you when it all goes qui