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The poet’s words—“The weight of God’s glory / leaves me hunchbacked, like Notre-Dame. / Still, I am capable of withstanding / and bearing the glorious pain / from the colossal weight in my mind”—strike at the heart of a profound philosophical tension: the encounter between the finite human self and the infinite divine. This brief

The poem “Flannel and Cherubim Fabrics” resonates deeply with me, weaving a philosophical reflection on my struggle to define my authentic self against the soft, suffocating threads of cultural expectation. I feel culture stitching my soul with “soft and fuzzy fabrics” of flannel—warm, feminine, cozy—yet these threads leave my heart anxious, my true essence buried

The poem Scorched …(Poem) is a visceral exploration of sin, redemption, and the transformative power of self-awareness and creative expression. Through its fiery imagery and intense emotional cadence, it grapples with the human condition—our propensity for error, the weight of guilt, and the hope for transcendence. Philosophically, it engages with existential questions of agency, suffering,

The human heart is a paradox—a fragile yet resilient tapestry woven with threads of light and shadow. In a poignant poem that confesses, “I love breaking hearts,” we encounter a voice grappling with pride, darkness, and the transformative power of divine grace. Central to this narrative is the imagery of “threads of velour,” a soft,

The poet’s words—“The weight of God’s glory / leaves me hunchbacked, like Notre-Dame. / Still, I am capable of withstanding / and bearing the glorious pain / from the colossal weight in my mind”—strike at the heart of a profound philosophical tension: the encounter between the finite human self and the infinite divine. This brief

The poem “Flannel and Cherubim Fabrics” resonates deeply with me, weaving a philosophical reflection on my struggle to define my authentic self against the soft, suffocating threads of cultural expectation. I feel culture stitching my soul with “soft and fuzzy fabrics” of flannel—warm, feminine, cozy—yet these threads leave my heart anxious, my true essence buried

The poem Scorched …(Poem) is a visceral exploration of sin, redemption, and the transformative power of self-awareness and creative expression. Through its fiery imagery and intense emotional cadence, it grapples with the human condition—our propensity for error, the weight of guilt, and the hope for transcendence. Philosophically, it engages with existential questions of agency, suffering,

The human heart is a paradox—a fragile yet resilient tapestry woven with threads of light and shadow. In a poignant poem that confesses, “I love breaking hearts,” we encounter a voice grappling with pride, darkness, and the transformative power of divine grace. Central to this narrative is the imagery of “threads of velour,” a soft,

The poet’s words—“The weight of God’s glory / leaves me hunchbacked, like Notre-Dame. / Still, I am capable of withstanding / and bearing the glorious pain / from the colossal weight in my mind”—strike at the heart of a profound philosophical tension: the encounter between the finite human self and the infinite divine. This brief

The poem “Flannel and Cherubim Fabrics” resonates deeply with me, weaving a philosophical reflection on my struggle to define my authentic self against the soft, suffocating threads of cultural expectation. I feel culture stitching my soul with “soft and fuzzy fabrics” of flannel—warm, feminine, cozy—yet these threads leave my heart anxious, my true essence buried

The poem Scorched …(Poem) is a visceral exploration of sin, redemption, and the transformative power of self-awareness and creative expression. Through its fiery imagery and intense emotional cadence, it grapples with the human condition—our propensity for error, the weight of guilt, and the hope for transcendence. Philosophically, it engages with existential questions of agency, suffering,

The human heart is a paradox—a fragile yet resilient tapestry woven with threads of light and shadow. In a poignant poem that confesses, “I love breaking hearts,” we encounter a voice grappling with pride, darkness, and the transformative power of divine grace. Central to this narrative is the imagery of “threads of velour,” a soft,

The poet’s words—“The weight of God’s glory / leaves me hunchbacked, like Notre-Dame. / Still, I am capable of withstanding / and bearing the glorious pain / from the colossal weight in my mind”—strike at the heart of a profound philosophical tension: the encounter between the finite human self and the infinite divine. This brief

The poem “Flannel and Cherubim Fabrics” resonates deeply with me, weaving a philosophical reflection on my struggle to define my authentic self against the soft, suffocating threads of cultural expectation. I feel culture stitching my soul with “soft and fuzzy fabrics” of flannel—warm, feminine, cozy—yet these threads leave my heart anxious, my true essence buried

The poem Scorched …(Poem) is a visceral exploration of sin, redemption, and the transformative power of self-awareness and creative expression. Through its fiery imagery and intense emotional cadence, it grapples with the human condition—our propensity for error, the weight of guilt, and the hope for transcendence. Philosophically, it engages with existential questions of agency, suffering,

The human heart is a paradox—a fragile yet resilient tapestry woven with threads of light and shadow. In a poignant poem that confesses, “I love breaking hearts,” we encounter a voice grappling with pride, darkness, and the transformative power of divine grace. Central to this narrative is the imagery of “threads of velour,” a soft,
When it’s time to unplug, my mind, body, and soul warn me in advance that it’s time to rest. During my resting hours, I have been writing constantly for the past few years, which has helped me ease my mind. I am an overthinker, which is a bad habit I really need to stop because it only leads to sabotaging my current and future self. Writing poems daily has helped ease my overthinking habits and, in the process, has sharpened my creativity and improved my writing skills.
The 5 Take Away.
Listening to Your Body: Recognize the importance of paying attention to your mind, body, and soul when they signal the need for rest.
The Therapeutic Power of Writing: Writing consistently can be a valuable tool for easing mental stress and finding peace during resting periods.
Overcoming Overthinking: Identifying overthinking as a harmful habit and understanding its negative impact on both present and future well-being.
Daily Creative Practice: Engaging in daily activities like writing poems can significantly reduce overthinking and promote mental clarity.
Skill Development Through Practice: Regular writing not only aids in mental relaxation but also sharpens creativity and enhances writing skills over time.