Category: Poetry
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What If This Is All There Is?
The content explores deep existential questions about life’s struggles and the search for peace. It conveys feelings of despair, questioning the reality of fairy tales and the concept of safety. The author expresses a longing for healing and joy while battling persistent pain and silence, highlighting a seemingly never-ending fight for fulfillment.
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🌿 Question for the Oracle🌿
In a reflective poem, the speaker yearns for the wisdom of Delphi, a sacred site in Greece. The verses serve as a ritual and a dialogue with the Oracle, addressing past and present selves. It encourages readers to confront their own hidden questions, embracing the journey of self-discovery and transformation.
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When Athens Calls
The post reflects a deep connection to Greece, blending personal and mythological elements. The speaker recalls the enduring presence of Greece in their life, from childhood tales to moments of pain and healing. Ultimately, it emphasizes the call to return, confront grief, and find joy in the ruins and resilience of Athens.
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They Called It Stress, I Called It Survival
The speaker describes a medical examination with wires attached, reflecting on the emotional trauma they’ve experienced. They reveal the diagnosis of Takotsubo syndrome symbolizes deep sorrow and an overwhelmed heart. The simplicity of suggested remedies contrasts sharply with the complex history of pain and unresolved feelings, emphasizing the struggle for safety and healing.
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The Morning Everything Changed
One night, she drifted off — a child spun from stardust and backyard laughter, dreaming of bigger bikes, summer rains, and birthday candles burning too fast. One night, the world was still simple. And then — somewhere between one breath and the next — the earth shifted. She woke up and the world was heavier,…
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The Things I Wish I Could Tell Little Me
You won’t believe me, but you survive. Not just the day-to-day battles, but the long war. The years of being invisible. The times you wished you could disappear entirely. You survive it all. And one day, you write it down. You speak it out loud. You turn it into something more than pain. You turn…
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The Things I Carry, Still
There are things I carry that no one can see. Not in the lines on my face or the curve of my spine—though they’ve left their marks there, too. Not in a diagnosis code or a medical chart, though my body has often tried to speak the truth before I had the language for it.…
Jessica Woodville | Memoir & Musings 