This is incredible, my friend. It wrapped around me like a slow, aching tide. Mymy, the way you’ve captured fear, longing, and tenderness in the voice of someone frozen yet yearning to be held is devastatingly beautiful. “This iceberg in my chest still dreams of sun” is a line I’ll carry with me, soft, vulnerable, and searing all at once.
You render intensity as both gift and risk, the flood, the ship, the open sea, such potent images for the push-pull of being deeply known and still afraid of being too much.
Thank you for giving language to this quiet ache, the kind that dreams of love even as it trembles. ❤️💛🥰❄️🫶🏻🌊🕊️
Thank you, Saira. I’m deeply touched that the poem met you in that tender space between ache and hope. Yes, that quiet ache… it’s where the fiercest longing lives. Thank you for reading with such an open heart, and for reflecting back the emotional truth so generously. 🩵❄️🌊
My pleasure! That means so much, truly. You have such a rare gift for naming the spaces we quietly live in,between ache and hope, between fear and the desire to be seen. Thank you for writing with such courage and grace, and for holding space for others to feel deeply with you. I’ll keep this poem close. 💙❄️🌊
This is incredible, my friend. It wrapped around me like a slow, aching tide. Mymy, the way you’ve captured fear, longing, and tenderness in the voice of someone frozen yet yearning to be held is devastatingly beautiful. “This iceberg in my chest still dreams of sun” is a line I’ll carry with me, soft, vulnerable, and searing all at once.
You render intensity as both gift and risk, the flood, the ship, the open sea, such potent images for the push-pull of being deeply known and still afraid of being too much.
Thank you for giving language to this quiet ache, the kind that dreams of love even as it trembles. ❤️💛🥰❄️🫶🏻🌊🕊️
Thank you, Saira. I’m deeply touched that the poem met you in that tender space between ache and hope. Yes, that quiet ache… it’s where the fiercest longing lives. Thank you for reading with such an open heart, and for reflecting back the emotional truth so generously. 🩵❄️🌊
My pleasure! That means so much, truly. You have such a rare gift for naming the spaces we quietly live in,between ache and hope, between fear and the desire to be seen. Thank you for writing with such courage and grace, and for holding space for others to feel deeply with you. I’ll keep this poem close. 💙❄️🌊
I’m honored this poem found a home in you. 💙❄️🌊
My pleasure! And I’ll keep tending to it with care, it brought warmth to the coldest parts of me. Thank you for writing with such soul, Mymy. 💙❄️🕯️
Beautifully written, Mymy! ❤
Thank you so much Rea ❤
Very beautifully written..
Thank you 🙏
Thank you! 🙏
This is very lovely.
Thank you Richard!!