Maps I Keep Burning

From the archives of Maps I Keep Burning

“I felt the ending in your silence long before your mouth had the nerve to admit it.”

The Mirror and the Gate

The Healer’s hands are tired now, Of stitching wounds she didn't make. Of translating silence into soul, For a heart that only knows how to take.

She used to be the bridge for them, The therapist, the map, the light. She broke down stars to help them see, While they brought shadows to the night.

They chased their chintzy distractions, A temporary, cheap escape— Then brought that weight back to her door, Expectant of a different shape.

But the Watchman’s post is empty now, The honor’s gone, the pride is thin. So the Sentinel has risen up, To stop the noise from getting in.

I’m getting ready first today, No longer last, no longer rushed. The empathy is locked away, The useless explanations hushed.

The numbness isn't coldness, no— It’s the armor that I finally grew. To protect the peace within these walls, From the broken world I thought I knew.

I have laid down all the labor, of teaching a stone how to feel. I’m reclaiming the mirror for myself, And letting the Healer finally heal.

~ Wishyawasme

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Yes. 🧘🏿‍♀️

Happy New Year!
May all your 2026 dreams come true😘
~ Wishy

How Love Keeps Its Shape

Love doesn’t survive by accident.
It survives by attention.

By noticing the moment
before a voice hardens.
By reading a room the way animals do,
sensing shifts no one names.

It learns when to speak
and when to keep the silence open
long enough for honesty
to arrive without fear.

Love endures like fire in winter:
banked low,
fed carefully,
shielded from the wind
by hands that know its habits.

There are seasons
when love looks ordinary.
Repetition.
The same disagreements,
the same apologies
said more carefully each time.

Still, it stays.

It learns the difference
between being right
and being kind.
Between the wound
and the story we keep reopening.

Love bends without breaking itself.
Forgives without erasing.
Stays open
without becoming unguarded.

It burns through nights
when leaving would be easier,
through mornings that ask for patience,
through the long intimacy
of being fully known.

What lasts is not untouched.
It is chosen.
Repaired.
Marked by heat
that never meant harm.

Love keeps its shape
because someone tends it
even when the fire quiets,
even when certainty fails,
even when the future refuses
to explain itself.

Peace starts from within 😌
Stay in control.

“I kept trying to hold the fire still, not realizing it was me burning.”

Some wounds don’t roar. They whisper. They glow. They keep you warm while they eat you alive.
A little excerpt from Maps I Keep Burning, where I finally call myself out.
More leaks soon.

Stop waiting for them.

It’s time to stop waiting for someone who has repeatedly shown you they don’t truly value you.

You don’t need to keep checking your phone hoping their name appears, or scrolling through their social media to see who they’re giving their attention to.

You don’t need to keep imagining that one day you’ll run into them and everything will magically fall back into place.

Deep down, you know they’re not coming back with an apology that will suddenly make things right.

Their actions left you confused, questioning your worth, and wondering where you ever stood in their life.

They gave you distance when you needed closeness and walked away knowing the weight of the heartbreak they caused.

If they truly cared, they would have continued to show up for you, just as they did in the beginning.

But they didn’t ... and that truth matters.

Now it’s time to accept who they are and let them go.

It’s time to walk away from the table where respect stopped being served.

This is your moment to rediscover who you are, to rebuild, and to heal with the love you once tried to give them.

You don’t need closure ... you need freedom.

And it’s finally your turn to be happy again.

~ Cody Bret

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