For half my life I would not see how blame had made a fool of me. I blamed and blamed but little thought what pain this habit to me had brought. At every wound, at every fall, I found a name, I found them all - the ones who left, the ones who lied, the ones who saw me hurt - and hide. It felt like strength. It felt like 'sight'. I told myself 'my anger's right'. For years I carried, stone on stone, a weight I swore was not my own. I held each name, I kept the score, Yet wonde

... Ellaeenah In his favourite armchair, Dad would sit, Reading the paper, bit by bit. Or listening to music, soft and low, As the day passed in its routine flow. The TV would play nearby, The quiet hours drifting by… A man of few words, soft and wise, With love that showed in his heart and eyes. Self-made and steady, he made his name, And gave wisdom and care to all who came. Soft-spoken, kind, with a generous heart, He kept the family close from the start. He had his jokes,

--- Ellaeenah JadeFire There are people who keep our lives running, and we hardly even notice them. The person who sweeps the stairs, fixes the leak, stands out in the rain so we don't have to. The guard at the gate. The silent janitor. They come early. They leave late. They learn our names and what we need, and they do their work quietly, year after year, asking for very little. And then sometimes, just like that, they are sent away. Not because they did anything direly ‘wro

---EllaeenahJadeFire I used to think the twilight years belonged to someone else. Someone older. Someone who had already lived their life, and was now watching the light fade. But lately, I’ve started to feel something I can’t quite name - like I’ve stepped into a softer kind of light; not because my life is ending, but because a certain version of me is. I look back at who I was, even a few years ago … so scared inside, so restless, so hungry to prove something I couldn’t e