Small Poem (a whisper) The night sat down beside me, said nothing at all and somehow that was enough. Half Poem (unfinished on purpose like it got interrupted by life) I was going to tell you how the silence changed me how it carved quiet spaces inside my chest where your voice still echoes But somewhere between remembering and breathing, I forgot how to finish. Long Poem (this one stretches its legs and walks a while) There was a time I thought healing would be loud like thunder cracking open the sky, like something breaking so hard it had no choice but to rebuild. But healing, it turns out, is quieter than regret. It’s the way you reach for your phone and don’t call them not because you don’t want to, but because you finally understand they’re not there to answer. It’s the empty chair that doesn’t hurt less you just learn how to sit beside it without asking why. Some mornings feel like betrayal, like waking up means you’ve agreed to keep going without permission. But you do it anyway. You make coffee. You breathe through the memories that hit like songs you didn’t choose to hear. And somewhere in the middle of nothing special, no fireworks, no applause you laugh again. And it scares you. Because for a second, you forgot to be broken. But maybe that’s it. Maybe healing isn’t about fixing maybe it’s about learning you were never meant to stay shattered. Maybe the cracks were never failures just places where the light the refused to give up on you.

Do You Know What Love Is Do you know what love is, my friend? It’s not the roses people bring. It’s not the words we toss around or shiny little diamond rings. It’s not the rush of butterflies that dance for only just a while. It’s something deeper, something strong that lingers far beyond a smile. Love is the hand that doesn’t leave when storms roll heavy through the sky. It’s someone standing next to you when every dream feels passing by. It’s quiet mornings, coffee shared, a laugh that rises from the soul. It’s knowing someone sees your scars and still believes that you are whole. It’s patience when the road gets rough, forgiveness when mistakes appear. It’s choosing every single day to keep another person near. So if you ask what love may be, beyond the songs and stories told it’s two imperfect hearts deciding their fragile lives are better joined than alone. By Jason Strickland

So very true. I actually was starting to get worried that you weren't here yet. I was about to start making calls. Lol just kidding. I glad your here you make this community better every time you show up.