I move like the rivers—carving my own way, unshaped by maps, yet always guided. Like the wind, I follow the call only I can hear. My path is wild, sacred, and rooted in the soil of who I truly am. Just as no tree grows the same, no two journeys bloom alike. This life is mine to walk. In tune with the Earth’s quiet whisper.

Whispers From Within

Whispers From Within

Faux Self Burn
Marie Jéraldine Marie Jéraldine

Faux Self Burn

A journey of inner transformation—specifically, the conscious release and dissolution of a “false self” or inauthentic identity.

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A woman sitting in shallow water at the beach wearing a leopard print swimsuit and beaded jewelry, with her hair in braids, captured in black and white.

These words—these poems—come from deep within. They are whispers from a higher consciousness, moving through me. Flowing effortlessly from the still places of my being where love and truth reside. Though most are written for me, reflections of my own growth and unfolding, they are also for those who stumbles upon them and resonates with them. In every piece of the human experience: raw, radiant, and real, a reminder that we are all walking through this beautiful, aching miracle called life.

A person standing on a dock reaching out towards swans and a boat on a calm lake, with mountains in the background and clouds in the sky, in black and white.
The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.
— Maya Angelou