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- Sep 25, 2026
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What the fire taught me about rising from the ashes. (opens the original)
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"My heart still burns, but not for you."There are people who lie to your face without even flinching. Who look you in the eye and let you believe every word. And then there are the moments that finally show you the truth, and somehow that is the thing that sets you free.I know what it is to mistake silence for peace. To believe that if I just held it together, the lie underneath would stop mattering, and that naming it out loud would only make it more real than staying quiet ever did. It took m
What my voice taught me about breaking the pattern. (opens the original)
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"But truth, once buried, learned to breathe."There are people who hold you so quietly you do not notice the grip until you try to move. Who shape the way you speak, the way you smile, even the way you carry your own pain, as though it was always meant to be theirs to hold. And there are others, rarer, who ask for nothing at all, who let your voice remain entirely your own.I know what it is to mistake control for love. To believe that playing a part meant keeping the peace, and that staying quie
What being someone's anchor taught me about resilience. (opens the original)
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"You never fix, you simply stay beside."There are people who arrive with answers before you have even finished speaking. Who hear the shape of your struggle and reach immediately for a solution, as though the point of your pain was always to be solved. And there are others, rarer, who simply sit beside you in it, offering nothing but their presence, and somehow that is the thing that holds you together.I know what it is to mistake advice for care. To believe that being helped meant being fixed,
What my wings taught me about learning to fly. (opens the original)
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“You were always meant for air”There are times when the ground closes in around you so slowly, you do not notice until you are already small inside it. Not one moment you could point to. Just years of keeping still, one quiet day at a time, until you no longer recognise the person who always meant to fly.I know what it is to mistake a familiar ground for a safe one. To give a little more of your air away each day, so gradually you do not notice what is missing until it is gone. To call stillne
What Time Could Not Rush - Letter #8 (opens the original)
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Dear Inner Circle,I wanted to continue with something honest. A private poem. A reflection. An invitation to trust the quiet mending that has been unfolding inside you all along.This month’s theme is patience and time. Not the kind feels like endless waiting, but the kind that trusts the slow, unhurried mending of the heart. The kind that settles softly, even when the world demands you move at its pace.Thanks for reading Saira The Poet! Subscribe for free to receive new p
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