BODY My body shakes in waves like the ocean that tremble from one small kiss Like a footprint in the sand, you leave your mark on me Sitting under the sun, I take that cold drink, taking You all in at once Allowing the body to flow under the moon while I watch Your skin glows Skin melting bodies intertwining doing what we do best Small part Thanks, Delleesa DHarris 4/13/26

One small poem A half a poem A long poem daily Break the silence Be the next to be heard

Life Life is a force It breaks you open, then teaches you How to rise. It sharpens the spirit, steadies the bones, turning every scar into a doorway longing, to be found Don't hammer it shut; allow it to open Some scars need to be revealed, so We can be healed. It's heavy its holy And at times it's bright enough to blind you dark enough to teach you what your own hands are made of Dragging you through nights that feel so long When thoughts turn into storms like a match burning in the wind Or days when it just seems like you won't win. Life is a force- dark enough to humble you bright enough to save you real enough to hurt you and human enough to make every scar mean something And somehow you are still here still standing still learning still carrying a heart that refuses to quit. Life is a force, isn't it? By Delleesa Harris 4/11/26

Hello and good day As we spark on this journey, we call life we will have things test us daily It is up to us to go headfirst we will get discouraged along the way let nothing stop you from being you speaking words laughing out loud giving hugs to random people being you is the best you have to offer to others if you have nothing else I just wanted you all to know you are Loved even if it's from a stranger Daily Blessing guys

“Starvation Theory” I used to think loneliness was silence—just quiet in a room, But it’s hunger with a heartbeat… and it howls when it consumes. Some days it barely whispers, like I skipped a meal or two, Other days it claws inside me—like it’s tearing straight through. So when people come around me, I don’t see them—I see food, Something warm to stop the aching, something real to fill the mood. But I’ve learned a darker lesson carved in places words can’t reach— Anything you give in honesty… becomes a weapon in their speech. So I ration out my presence, I keep distance in my tone, Talk in fragments, never fully—never let myself be known. I’ve mastered cold detachment, made withdrawal look like control, Built a fortress out of silence just to quarantine my soul. They say strength is being open, they say truth will set you free, But the truth I learned the hard way… is it chains you quietly. Because once you let them see you—every fracture, every seam, They can press on every weakness, turn your truth into a scheme. So I vanish before it deepens, I go numb before I feel, Turn connection into distance like a wound I cannot heal. Call it wisdom, call it damage, call it something I became— But I’d rather starve in silence than be fed and feel the same. Still… There’s a voice I try to bury, one that doesn’t quite agree, Says the hunger isn’t weakness—just a sign I want to be… Seen. Not exposed or left defenseless, not a target, not a game— Just understood without the pressure of performing or the shame. So I’m learning—slow and heavy, like a man who’s walked through fire, You can guard the door to your heart… without locking your empire. Maybe strength is not in hiding, not in cutting every tie— Maybe strength is choosing boundaries… and still looking in the eye. So I won’t give all my story, I won’t show you every wound, But I won’t the loneliness fill me… to the point of being consumed