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Time is a Healer

Written in response to Sadje’s #WDYS

A window.

The sky reflects.

Rivulets of sorrow.

A soul in pain.

Tears of lament.

Beyond the glass, hope holds an umbrella.

They say time is a healer.

Perhaps tomorrow the clouds will

no longer rest upon her shoulders.

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Published on November 29, 2025 10:50

For Beauty

(written November 2025)

For beauty, look to the broken.

Not the butterfly that flits and flutters

before vanishing without a trace.

We are the moths, fearless enough to

stand in the light.

Knowing that, someone, somewhere will screw up

their face in disgust.

We expect it.

We anticipate it.

We wear rejection on our sleeves as a badge of honour.

Because, despite it all, we still have the courage to show up.

You can clip our wings.

You can throw us on the shit pile of life.

Only cowards run and hide.

A warrior’s spirit you will never diminish,

nor the mettle that runs through our veins.

For beauty, look to the ones who display their broken

pieces as art when the blood has not yet congealed.

And never dare tell me that they are not brave.

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Published on November 24, 2025 10:38

Breaking Bread

Thank you so much Dagmara at Spillwords for publishing my poem.

Unopened Letters

(written November 2025)

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With her tears, she wrote.

Unopened letters return.

Silence his cadence.

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Published on November 15, 2025 06:38

Thank you so much Nolcha Fox for Publishing my Poems on LatinosUSA

4 Poems by Maggie Watson

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Published on November 11, 2025 07:01

Thank you so much Nolcha Fox for Publishing my Poems on LatinosUSA

4 Poems by Maggie Watson

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Published on November 07, 2025 09:36

Each day, duality spins my mind.
I walk the line between darkness and light.
In the dark, I cry tears of sorrow.
Within the light, I smile.
I berate myself for being human.
I must remain stoic while keeping a stiff upper lip.
I am my father’s daughter, and I am not allowed to trip.
And so I skip happily, while my insides rip.
Torn asunder by my weakness until the pretense
I can no longer maintain, as obsidian tears drown me again.
Then I remember I am in a state of liminality.
Shedding the layers of my past.
Healing does not happen overnight.
But with resilience, I will one day remember how to fly

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Published on November 03, 2025 12:02

Neither Trick or Treat

(written October 2025)

Halloween is neither trick nor treat when your

inner demons raise their head.

No one hears silent screams.

In a world full of noise, everyone

pretends to be deaf.

Behind blackout blinds, monsters do not sleep under beds.

Only those wearing tints fail to see

eyes that no longer shine.

When irises turn from blue to grey, only sorrow you will find.

No one gazes at their reflection and says,

“This is a good day to be depressed.”

Halloween is neither trick nor treat,

but it is okay not to be okay.

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Published on October 31, 2025 13:24

What Cannot be Changed

(written October 2025)

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Autumn winds bring looming clouds.
As falling leaves blow through my mind,
scattering my thoughts.
Upon the earth , my matter lies, I sweep with
a broom to make neat piles.
What matters most?
What cannot be changed?
Both piles look the same.
Until it rains.
In a whirlpool of emotions,
I am drowning, without a plug to stem the flow.
I must rest my weary soul.
I allow myself to drift on pillows of gold.
Upon my return, I find the soil has claimed the leaves.
What matters most is now gone.
That cannot be changed.
And I realise, life will always be bittersweet