She crossed the desert of his absence,
where clocks melted
and words turned to ashes;
but time and emotions
returned to rebuild her.
Some storms do not destroy,
they mercilessly strip one bare
until the mirror shows
not just the wounds,
but the door to healing.
Sweat dripped down her weary, pale face,
Muscles ached, and she slowed her pace.
Palpitations drummed a frantic rhyme,
The arduous climb had frozen the time .
Just as her knees began to shake,
And she felt the edge of collapse awake,
A gentle breeze threaded through the heat,
The tender gust lifted her weary feet.
An invisible hand caught her still,
A quiet warmth, a steadfast will.
The wind bent close, soft as a prayer,
It gently whispered, I am here.
Strength restored, her heartbeat strong,
She walked again where sunlight shone.
And though the mountain rose so wide,
She felt the sky beneath her stride.
I just experienced a beautiful reset. It felt as though a decade’s worth of deadweight—everything I’d unknowingly carried since 2010—was finally lifted. In that release, I rediscovered the softer me. The calmer, gentler version of myself I’d almost forgotten.
The mountains and the sea revealed themselves in their most ethereal form. The breeze carried a warmth that could melt even the coldest of hearts. Strangers offered the brightest of smiles, and the island moved at a rhythm of its own—slow, grounding, and impossible not to fall in love with.
Wandering through orange orchards, swaying to traditional dance forms, mesmerized in serene temples, pausing at picturesque waterfalls, walking through rice plantations, weaving through crowded markets, and standing in awe at the volcanic peak—every moment sang directly to the heart.
There were heartfelt conversations with people I may never meet again, and a complete digital detox that peeled away the chaos. All of it brought me back to my core. My inner self needed this deeply—and finally, it feels whole again.
