☀️SUNREI POETRY☀️

If I could talk to my past self about my present-self's triumphs... I'd tell them that the rainbows that lived within them are now worn...

after years of being told to tone down my light, it's no wonder my inner sun is shy... As the image description above already mentioned,...

cherishing all the little mes that brought me here Boarded up in a clock tower with broken gears for years upon years, all my inner child...

the magic of reparenting the inner child little me would look at now me all wide-eyed, gap-toothed grin, mind full of wonder and marvel...

what healing my inner fledgling looks like When everything was falling apart, from my rug-city of toy cars to my parents' arranged...

trying to retain softness in a world of harshness a puppy on a red cushion This heart of mine is s o f t like the crimson cushion I sit...

I was too river-lipped, they'd say... eroding the rocks and dams that dared to stop these flowing truths that weren't meant to live out...

the world I want to help build is a softer, brighter, & kinder one, and I choose to do that via poetry This poem is inspired by a collage...

being one's true self is an act of courage but not one without challenge I'm "out and proud" online and amongst my closest loved ones,...

more acceptance, less striving for absolute perfection at all times Pine-lined path for miles. I think I'll stay a while and just be,...

self-minimizing and putting myself in harm's way for those who harm me are no longer my specialties Content Note: references to abuse...

there's nothing quite like tasting the light after seemingly eternal winter... Agnes from "Despicable Me" holding a yellow swirl...

hiding from the things that go bump in the night in your mind doesn’t make them any less monster Amorphous shadows hiding beneath creaky...

the title of this poem speaks for itself I often feel younger for my age, and in part, it has to do with my outlook on life, but it also...

they tried to turn me into a misanthrope, and they failed... miserably I wasn’t born a misanthrope. No, this aversion to humanity was a...

a short self-love poem for love day My red blood cells carry oxygen with a care I craved from a mother who carried too many burdens to...

Long-lost lionheart, how do I forward-step when magma’s mere meters away, lava inching closer to my soles by the day? Inner roars and...

self-protection isn't protective when it's a prison... My cocoon was made of moth-wings, but after enough asteroid-hits I mistook for...

a poem about wearing myself down trying to be someone "more palatable" when I should be building myself up by simply being me Chihiro...

a prose piece about shifting our focus away from "doing" to "being" There is no thing (okay, maybe a few) more exacting than simply being...