Poemray

Poetry by Kirsten Terese

Light carried through words.

Not to teach-but to help something

within you remember itself.

Featured Poems

You don’t have to try to shine—

you are the light, not the design.

Not the mask, not the form they see,

but the quiet flame that chose to be.

Healing is not a race,

but a rhythm.

A remembering.

A gentle return to the self you buried

beneath survival.

Before your name was whispered here,

before the Earth had turned a year,

there were secrets carved in starlight—

truths too vast for mortal sight.