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  • WORDS OF WISDOM #74
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  • A POEM A DAY 234

    A POEM A DAY 234

    April 27, 2026
    Where You Go I Will Be
    Where you go, I will be—
    not ahead of you, not behind,
    but beside the quiet you carry
    when the road asks for faith.

    If you wander into shadow,
    I’ll learn the dark with you,
    name the shapes fear takes
    until it loosens its grip.

    If you run toward light,
    I won’t slow you down—
    I’ll keep pace with your hope,
    breathing when you forget how.

    Where you rest, I will listen.
    Where you break, I will stay.
    This isn’t a vow of distance erased,
    but of presence kept—

    that no matter the ground beneath us,
    or the cost of choosing forward,
    where you go,
    I will be.

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • Friday Favorites: Dreams

    Friday Favorites: Dreams

    April 24, 2026
    -by Langston Hughes
    Hold fast to dreams
    For if dreams die
    Life is a broken-winged bird
    That cannot fly.

    Hold fast to dreams
    For when dreams go
    Life is a barren field
    Frozen with snow.

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  • A POEM A DAY 233

    A POEM A DAY 233

    April 22, 2026
    He schools his breath, keeps posture loose,
    let's confidence arrive unforced,
    measures every word he chooses,
    hoping charm won’t sound rehearsed.
    He watches how her laughter lands,
    files each detail in his mind,
    steps close enough to feel the heat,
    but far enough to seem benign.
    He wonders if she feels it too,
    that current passing hand to hand,
    and plots no ending—only this:
    to stay, to spark, to gently stand.

    She notes the pause he leaves in air,
    the careful way he doesn’t lean,
    the practiced ease, the sideways glance
    that asks more than what’s seen.
    She feels the pull but guards her ground,
    lets silence test what words can’t prove,
    decides if this is hunger masked
    or patience shaped like truth.
    She meets his gaze, not giving much,
    but not retreating from the flame—
    she’ll choose the pace, the depth, the door,
    and whether he may stay.

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • WORDS OF WISDOM #74

    April 21, 2026
    WORDS-OF-WISDOM-#73

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  • A POEM A DAY 232

    April 20, 2026
    My-Life-In-Word-A-POEM -A-DAY-232-Insistence

    Insistence

    Roots claw the wall, damp breath of stone,

    Sap and rust and rainbone grown.

    Leaves whisper dust, green tasting air,

    Bark splits open, musk everywhere.

    Sun warms lichen, sweet and sour,

    Time drips slow in vine and flower.

    The wall groans low, the roots reply—

    Life insists. It will not die.

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • Where Does It Hurt?

    Where Does It Hurt?

    April 15, 2026
    It hurts in the place
    where your hand used to be—
    small fingers waiting
    for yours to close around them
    like a promise.

    You let go quietly.
    Not a yank, not a break—
    just a loosening
    I didn’t understand
    until I was already alone.

    It hurts at the table
    where your laughter lives
    for everyone else,
    bright as a candle
    I am not allowed to touch.

    For me, there is only
    the scrape of forks,
    the sound of swallowing words
    that never make it out.

    It hurts in the air
    between us—
    cold, even when you smile,
    like winter sitting
    in a room full of sunlight.

    I watch you love the world
    with open arms,
    wonder what I did
    to make me
    unworthy of holding.

    You never called me
    your disappointment,
    but I learned the language
    of absence—
    how not reaching
    can say everything.

    It hurts in my chest
    where I keep asking
    what I did wrong,
    and no one answers.

    If I stay very still,
    very quiet,
    very good—
    will you come back
    and find me?

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • WORDS OF WISDOM #73

    April 14, 2026

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  •  A POEM A DAY 231

     A POEM A DAY 231

    April 13, 2026
    Heart of Glass
    Verse 1
    I learned to smile with my hands in my pockets
    Hold it together, never let it show
    Built my armor out of quiet habits
    Said I was fine, but you already know
    I let you in through the cracks I was hiding
    Swore I was stronger than all of this
    But love has a way of finding the weakest
    Places you never meant to give

    Pre-Chorus
    I’ve been steel, I’ve been stone
    But you touched something brittle in my bones

    Chorus
    I’ve got a heart of glass
    It shines, but it shatters fast
    Every truth cuts deeper when it’s real
    I’ve got a heart of glass
    I bend, but I never last
    Say you’ll stay if you see how I feel

    Verse 2
    I’ve learned the sound of goodbye in silence
    The way a room empties after a fight
    I keep replaying the words you didn’t say
    Like they’re headlights trapped in my eyes
    I don’t need saving, I just need honesty
    No more walking on me like I won’t break
    If you’re gonna hold me, hold me carefully
    I’ve already lost more than I can take

    Pre-Chorus
    I’ve been brave, I’ve been tough
    But loving you is being fragile enough

    Chorus
    I’ve got a heart of glass
    It shines, but it shatters fast
    Every truth cuts deeper when it’s real
    I’ve got a heart of glass
    I bend, but I never last
    Say you’ll stay if you see how I feel

    Bridge
    If it breaks, it breaks in the open
    Let it be loud, let it be clear
    I’m done pretending I’m unbroken
    I’d rather bleed than disappear

    Chorus (Soft)
    I’ve got a heart of glass
    Held together by the past
    And the hope you won’t let it fall
    I’ve got a heart of glass
    If you love me, love me last
    Or don’t touch it at all

    Outro
    I’m not weak, I’m just honest now
    That’s the bravest thing I’ve learned
    If you see me, don’t turn around
    This heart of glass is yours to burn—or hold.

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • WORDS OF WISDOM #72

    March 31, 2026

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  •  A POEM A DAY 230

     A POEM A DAY 230

    March 30, 2026
    Runner’s High
    The road unfolds, a ribbon thin,
    Each breath a match, each stride a win.
    The ache arrives, then slips away,
    Like doubt that cannot choose to stay.
    My lungs complain, my calves ignite,
    The mind says stop—my feet say fight.
    Then somewhere past the counted mile,
    The body breaks into a smile.
    The world goes quiet, sharp and clear,
    The pounding heart becomes a gear.
    I float above the burning ground,
    No weight, no clock, no inward sound.
    Pain loosens up its stubborn hold,
    The air tastes bright, the light feels bold.
    I am not running—I am run,
    By sunlit road and rising sun.
    This borrowed bliss, this fleeting flame,
    Has no demand, no need for name.
    Just motion clean, just pulse, just breath—
    A holy truce with time and death.

    Simona A. Brinson

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