Poetry that lingers at the moment of a gasp and plays at the point of release. You’ve caught the juxtaposition that thrives not only in life, but also in the most ephemeral essence of all — love. precious
Kevin, what a beautiful way to read it. I love how you caught that pause between gasp and release that’s exactly where Yesterday lives, in the soft tension before surrender. I’m moved by how you’ve articulated that. Thank you for seeing the pulse beneath the quiet. 🤍
I will not be the gown… nor the armour you wear. Let me breathe as I am, tender, flawed, alive. This poem is a beautiful celebration of selfhood and quiet strength, honoring the delicate balance between remembering yesterday and stepping into tomorrow.
A seductive dance between visceral reality and idealized symbolism, where we perceive a totem, or fetish, not the flesh and flaws. An acknowledgement that regret is part of lived experience, and should be savored as much as the pleasant remembrances. Love your style
There’s such an easy warmth in this piece — the kind that doesn’t rush to heal but just lets the ache stay for a bit.
It feels like standing by a window after rain, watching the world breathe again. I love how it holds both loss and quiet hope without trying to make either louder than they want to be.
Your words read like a continuation of the poem itself. That moment after rain when everything is both wounded and new, it is the silence Yesterday was born from. I’m so glad you found it there. Thank you. 🤍
Beautiful! This line: “Let me breathe as I am — tender, flawed, alive.” I adore this. It makes me feel like you're saying real love and identity come from being accepted as we truly are, not as an idealized version. To honor someone means to see their flaws and strengths together, and still value their presence.
What inspired you to write about identity as something separate from fantasy or expectation, and how do you hope readers carry that message into their own relationships?
Thank you, that means a great deal. I wrote about identity this way because I’ve lived through a time where being idealised felt more suffocating than being unseen. Real connection begins when we no longer perform for one another.
I hope readers carry this into their own relationships: choose the kind of love that allows you to be fully human, not flawless, a love that makes space for truth, not fantasy.
Poetry that lingers at the moment of a gasp and plays at the point of release. You’ve caught the juxtaposition that thrives not only in life, but also in the most ephemeral essence of all — love. precious
Kevin, what a beautiful way to read it. I love how you caught that pause between gasp and release that’s exactly where Yesterday lives, in the soft tension before surrender. I’m moved by how you’ve articulated that. Thank you for seeing the pulse beneath the quiet. 🤍
Wow this is so powerful. Beautiful
Amazing piece ❤️❤️
Lyrical, tender and wonderfully ethereal. Capturing yesterday in memory elegantly.
Lovely. I wish I had more words. I like both the presence and detachment of this. “Acceptance.” There it is.
Oh, how I wish I was a poet. This is so beautiful.
I will not be the gown… nor the armour you wear. Let me breathe as I am, tender, flawed, alive. This poem is a beautiful celebration of selfhood and quiet strength, honoring the delicate balance between remembering yesterday and stepping into tomorrow.
A seductive dance between visceral reality and idealized symbolism, where we perceive a totem, or fetish, not the flesh and flaws. An acknowledgement that regret is part of lived experience, and should be savored as much as the pleasant remembrances. Love your style
There is so much to heal in humanity and you have so beautifully captured the first step here - acceptance of how little we can or should control ❤️🩹
There’s such an easy warmth in this piece — the kind that doesn’t rush to heal but just lets the ache stay for a bit.
It feels like standing by a window after rain, watching the world breathe again. I love how it holds both loss and quiet hope without trying to make either louder than they want to be.
Really moved by this one.
Your words read like a continuation of the poem itself. That moment after rain when everything is both wounded and new, it is the silence Yesterday was born from. I’m so glad you found it there. Thank you. 🤍
I thank you too for sharing with us your words~
This is beautiful.
Such a beautiful piece,tender yet strong.
I love how the poem balances vulnerability and resilience.Truly moving
Thank you for sharing this!!
Thank you so much, that’s incredibly kind of you to say. Truly appreciate you taking the time to read and share this with me. 🫶
Beautiful! This line: “Let me breathe as I am — tender, flawed, alive.” I adore this. It makes me feel like you're saying real love and identity come from being accepted as we truly are, not as an idealized version. To honor someone means to see their flaws and strengths together, and still value their presence.
What inspired you to write about identity as something separate from fantasy or expectation, and how do you hope readers carry that message into their own relationships?
Thank you, that means a great deal. I wrote about identity this way because I’ve lived through a time where being idealised felt more suffocating than being unseen. Real connection begins when we no longer perform for one another.
I hope readers carry this into their own relationships: choose the kind of love that allows you to be fully human, not flawless, a love that makes space for truth, not fantasy.
Lovely poetic juxtaposition- that resolves into a proclamation. It’s nice to “meet” you.
Hello Kim, a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for your kind words. 🤍
You’re welcome.
We are all somewhere in the middle - between past and present, what we want to be, what has already been.
Hello. I really enjoy your poetics and prose. I have put you as my very first recommendation of someone I don't know. Good luck! x