I stood on the shore of your words and felt the sea rise beneath my ribs. Every “new beginning” in your poem is a wave that forgets it’s supposed to carry hope and instead just keeps rolling, laughing at our celebrations like saltwater in our eyes. I like your honesty like I like morning light on coffee, quiet but honest, stubborn as tide pulling its own rhythm. I didn’t come away with fireworks, I came away with ocean wind in my hair and a reminder that change isn’t always shiny. Sometimes it’s the slow sea song we walk through barefoot.
This hit in that quiet, unsettling way that lingers. I love how you strip the performance off “new beginnings” and name the exhaustion underneath all that forced celebration. The repetition feels intentional like waves that keep coming whether you’re ready or not. There’s a lot of honesty in admitting when change doesn’t feel hopeful, just heavy.✨
well now, you made me feel guilty for all the stacks of books unopened.
Hahaha, I knew that could happen too 😂
whirlwinds of nothing changes. rhythm holds us there.
nice.
That's right!
Thanks 😊🙂↕️
I stood on the shore of your words and felt the sea rise beneath my ribs. Every “new beginning” in your poem is a wave that forgets it’s supposed to carry hope and instead just keeps rolling, laughing at our celebrations like saltwater in our eyes. I like your honesty like I like morning light on coffee, quiet but honest, stubborn as tide pulling its own rhythm. I didn’t come away with fireworks, I came away with ocean wind in my hair and a reminder that change isn’t always shiny. Sometimes it’s the slow sea song we walk through barefoot.
Your comments are poetry themselves Belinda!
"I didn’t come away with fireworks, I came away with ocean wind in my hair and a reminder that change isn’t always shiny."
Wow. Lovely way to put it.
Thanks for your beautiful words. 😊🙂↕️
Beautiful Carlos! Love the reflection there!
Thank you Gabriela 😊
Always appreciate your comments. ☺️🙂↕️
This hit in that quiet, unsettling way that lingers. I love how you strip the performance off “new beginnings” and name the exhaustion underneath all that forced celebration. The repetition feels intentional like waves that keep coming whether you’re ready or not. There’s a lot of honesty in admitting when change doesn’t feel hopeful, just heavy.✨
Thank you so much for your comment, you always hit the layers in them!
I was just in a very cynical mindset 😅
lol it’s ok just don’t stay there forever 😂
Clever. 👍
Thanks! Felt very cynical to me 😂
Very well written Carlos
Thank you very much Aaliya