Emmy Gayle | Healing Poetry
@blossomwithemmy.bsky.social
Professional Energy Healer | Writer | Multi-passionate Artist ✨
🧙🏼♀️ Current side quest: Sharing soul-led poetry daily in 2025.
🌸 Living my childhood dream of sharing poetry with the world!
All creations © Emmy
🧙🏼♀️ Current side quest: Sharing soul-led poetry daily in 2025.
🌸 Living my childhood dream of sharing poetry with the world!
All creations © Emmy
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A lot of people are about to step into their truth. Keep an open mind as those around you evolve and shift. Make space for the new them and the new you. Free of judgment. Allow them to outgrow the limitations others have set upon them and SEE how miraculously things will shift and change.
April 6, 2025 at 3:13 AM
A lot of people are about to step into their truth. Keep an open mind as those around you evolve and shift. Make space for the new them and the new you. Free of judgment. Allow them to outgrow the limitations others have set upon them and SEE how miraculously things will shift and change.
Let yourself rest. 💗💗💗
April 6, 2025 at 2:11 AM
Let yourself rest. 💗💗💗
Be
All
That
You
Are
And
More.
💗
All
That
You
Are
And
More.
💗
April 5, 2025 at 5:47 PM
Be
All
That
You
Are
And
More.
💗
All
That
You
Are
And
More.
💗
March 31, 2025 at 2:45 PM
Your authenticity will trigger the fuck out of somebody who’s not ready to face themselves.
March 30, 2025 at 7:33 AM
Your authenticity will trigger the fuck out of somebody who’s not ready to face themselves.
Reposted by Emmy Gayle | Healing Poetry
A shattering moment, breaking the stage,
the script undone, the lines erased.
I stand before an empty space,
Seeing the actor beneath the play.
—
No encore, no second take,
just silence where we used to be.
Yet still, I move forward—the music calls,
I have to move on with this song.
#poetry
the script undone, the lines erased.
I stand before an empty space,
Seeing the actor beneath the play.
—
No encore, no second take,
just silence where we used to be.
Yet still, I move forward—the music calls,
I have to move on with this song.
#poetry
March 12, 2025 at 10:50 PM
A shattering moment, breaking the stage,
the script undone, the lines erased.
I stand before an empty space,
Seeing the actor beneath the play.
—
No encore, no second take,
just silence where we used to be.
Yet still, I move forward—the music calls,
I have to move on with this song.
#poetry
the script undone, the lines erased.
I stand before an empty space,
Seeing the actor beneath the play.
—
No encore, no second take,
just silence where we used to be.
Yet still, I move forward—the music calls,
I have to move on with this song.
#poetry
I carry home within my heart,
no walls to bind, no place apart.
The sky, my ceiling—vast and free,
the earth below, embracing me.
—
No map can tell me where I’ll land,
but trust flows steady wherever I stand.
For I am safe where my soul glows,
and free to wander where the wind blows.
#poetry
no walls to bind, no place apart.
The sky, my ceiling—vast and free,
the earth below, embracing me.
—
No map can tell me where I’ll land,
but trust flows steady wherever I stand.
For I am safe where my soul glows,
and free to wander where the wind blows.
#poetry
March 11, 2025 at 2:03 PM
I carry home within my heart,
no walls to bind, no place apart.
The sky, my ceiling—vast and free,
the earth below, embracing me.
—
No map can tell me where I’ll land,
but trust flows steady wherever I stand.
For I am safe where my soul glows,
and free to wander where the wind blows.
#poetry
no walls to bind, no place apart.
The sky, my ceiling—vast and free,
the earth below, embracing me.
—
No map can tell me where I’ll land,
but trust flows steady wherever I stand.
For I am safe where my soul glows,
and free to wander where the wind blows.
#poetry
Reposted by Emmy Gayle | Healing Poetry
#BlueSky Random Boost
@blossomwithemmy.bsky.social is an awesome, loyal & inspiring friend who I'm honored & fortunate to know
Thank you for your friendship & support, it means so much!
This is a better place b/c you're part of it
Let's help this acct meet great people😁I appreciate ya'll😉
@blossomwithemmy.bsky.social is an awesome, loyal & inspiring friend who I'm honored & fortunate to know
Thank you for your friendship & support, it means so much!
This is a better place b/c you're part of it
Let's help this acct meet great people😁I appreciate ya'll😉
February 14, 2025 at 9:44 PM
#BlueSky Random Boost
@blossomwithemmy.bsky.social is an awesome, loyal & inspiring friend who I'm honored & fortunate to know
Thank you for your friendship & support, it means so much!
This is a better place b/c you're part of it
Let's help this acct meet great people😁I appreciate ya'll😉
@blossomwithemmy.bsky.social is an awesome, loyal & inspiring friend who I'm honored & fortunate to know
Thank you for your friendship & support, it means so much!
This is a better place b/c you're part of it
Let's help this acct meet great people😁I appreciate ya'll😉
You were never wrong for not knowing.
Every time you hesitated, every time you ignored the alarm—
it was all preparation.
The foundation of your story,
the building blocks of your becoming.
#poetry
Every time you hesitated, every time you ignored the alarm—
it was all preparation.
The foundation of your story,
the building blocks of your becoming.
#poetry
February 6, 2025 at 7:49 PM
You were never wrong for not knowing.
Every time you hesitated, every time you ignored the alarm—
it was all preparation.
The foundation of your story,
the building blocks of your becoming.
#poetry
Every time you hesitated, every time you ignored the alarm—
it was all preparation.
The foundation of your story,
the building blocks of your becoming.
#poetry
You were never meant to be small forever.
The world told you to quiet down,
to color inside the lines,
to shrink your dreams into something reasonable.
But your inner child still waits—
#poetry
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...
The world told you to quiet down,
to color inside the lines,
to shrink your dreams into something reasonable.
But your inner child still waits—
#poetry
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...
February 6, 2025 at 5:57 AM
You were never meant to be small forever.
The world told you to quiet down,
to color inside the lines,
to shrink your dreams into something reasonable.
But your inner child still waits—
#poetry
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...
The world told you to quiet down,
to color inside the lines,
to shrink your dreams into something reasonable.
But your inner child still waits—
#poetry
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...
Love your body—
for all that it endures,
all that it holds,
all that it stores,
for all that it has survived,
and for how it has carried you
through the deepest, darkest moments of your life.
#poetry
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...
for all that it endures,
all that it holds,
all that it stores,
for all that it has survived,
and for how it has carried you
through the deepest, darkest moments of your life.
#poetry
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...
February 5, 2025 at 8:11 AM
Love your body—
for all that it endures,
all that it holds,
all that it stores,
for all that it has survived,
and for how it has carried you
through the deepest, darkest moments of your life.
#poetry
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...
for all that it endures,
all that it holds,
all that it stores,
for all that it has survived,
and for how it has carried you
through the deepest, darkest moments of your life.
#poetry
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...
Pain isn’t asking to be erased—
it’s asking to be met with love and presence.
And when you stop brushing it aside
and offer it kindness,
it no longer has to scream to be heard.
#Poetry
📖 Read the full poem + guided reflections for journaling here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...
it’s asking to be met with love and presence.
And when you stop brushing it aside
and offer it kindness,
it no longer has to scream to be heard.
#Poetry
📖 Read the full poem + guided reflections for journaling here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...
February 3, 2025 at 5:37 AM
Pain isn’t asking to be erased—
it’s asking to be met with love and presence.
And when you stop brushing it aside
and offer it kindness,
it no longer has to scream to be heard.
#Poetry
📖 Read the full poem + guided reflections for journaling here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...
it’s asking to be met with love and presence.
And when you stop brushing it aside
and offer it kindness,
it no longer has to scream to be heard.
#Poetry
📖 Read the full poem + guided reflections for journaling here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...
Love does not disappear.
It does not slip into silence—
it hums beneath the quiet,
a steady rhythm in your chest,
waiting to be acknowledged again.
#Poetry #SelfLove #Healing
📖 Read the full poem + guided reflections for journaling here: blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-is-here
It does not slip into silence—
it hums beneath the quiet,
a steady rhythm in your chest,
waiting to be acknowledged again.
#Poetry #SelfLove #Healing
📖 Read the full poem + guided reflections for journaling here: blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-is-here
February 2, 2025 at 8:20 AM
Love does not disappear.
It does not slip into silence—
it hums beneath the quiet,
a steady rhythm in your chest,
waiting to be acknowledged again.
#Poetry #SelfLove #Healing
📖 Read the full poem + guided reflections for journaling here: blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-is-here
It does not slip into silence—
it hums beneath the quiet,
a steady rhythm in your chest,
waiting to be acknowledged again.
#Poetry #SelfLove #Healing
📖 Read the full poem + guided reflections for journaling here: blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-is-here
Why do I feel the need to explain?
To prove I know
even when it’s not needed.
I get caught in the habit,
explaining things that don’t require an explanation,
as if to validate my thoughts,
to make them real for others.
#poetry
Read the full poem here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/why-do-i-o...
To prove I know
even when it’s not needed.
I get caught in the habit,
explaining things that don’t require an explanation,
as if to validate my thoughts,
to make them real for others.
#poetry
Read the full poem here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/why-do-i-o...
February 1, 2025 at 7:15 AM
Why do I feel the need to explain?
To prove I know
even when it’s not needed.
I get caught in the habit,
explaining things that don’t require an explanation,
as if to validate my thoughts,
to make them real for others.
#poetry
Read the full poem here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/why-do-i-o...
To prove I know
even when it’s not needed.
I get caught in the habit,
explaining things that don’t require an explanation,
as if to validate my thoughts,
to make them real for others.
#poetry
Read the full poem here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/why-do-i-o...
Reposted by Emmy Gayle | Healing Poetry
![Cheese counter employee [standing behind cheese]: have you been helped sir?
Customer: by so many people my entire life
Employee [smiles warmly]
Customer [smiles warmly, rests chin on hand]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:g64rgatv5veqlpuu43dsp67c/bafkreieunwz5dbifzxhahekd63cvtwp3tmsh2gf6necqqkhz4jy4kwv3em@jpeg)
We’ve grown afraid of honesty,
worried that truth will be mistaken for harm,
that speaking our hearts
will be seen as unkind.
But kindness—kindness is not niceness.
#poetry #poem
Read the full poem here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/unfiltered
worried that truth will be mistaken for harm,
that speaking our hearts
will be seen as unkind.
But kindness—kindness is not niceness.
#poetry #poem
Read the full poem here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/unfiltered
January 31, 2025 at 7:47 AM
We’ve grown afraid of honesty,
worried that truth will be mistaken for harm,
that speaking our hearts
will be seen as unkind.
But kindness—kindness is not niceness.
#poetry #poem
Read the full poem here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/unfiltered
worried that truth will be mistaken for harm,
that speaking our hearts
will be seen as unkind.
But kindness—kindness is not niceness.
#poetry #poem
Read the full poem here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/unfiltered
As the World Changes, the Word Changes.
As we step away,
we grow even closer
to the artwork we’ve created from within.
It changes meaning over time,
letting go of the pain,
releasing the suffering
we once wove into its lines.
#poetry
Read the full poem here:
substack.com/home/post/p-...
As we step away,
we grow even closer
to the artwork we’ve created from within.
It changes meaning over time,
letting go of the pain,
releasing the suffering
we once wove into its lines.
#poetry
Read the full poem here:
substack.com/home/post/p-...
January 30, 2025 at 6:13 AM
As the World Changes, the Word Changes.
As we step away,
we grow even closer
to the artwork we’ve created from within.
It changes meaning over time,
letting go of the pain,
releasing the suffering
we once wove into its lines.
#poetry
Read the full poem here:
substack.com/home/post/p-...
As we step away,
we grow even closer
to the artwork we’ve created from within.
It changes meaning over time,
letting go of the pain,
releasing the suffering
we once wove into its lines.
#poetry
Read the full poem here:
substack.com/home/post/p-...
Embers of Who We Were
Some friendships
are embers—
warm in memory,
but dead to the touch.
You reach for them,
but the past is all they see.
A version of you
that no longer fits,
a ghost in their mind,
frozen in time.
#poetry
Read the full poem here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/embers-of-...
Some friendships
are embers—
warm in memory,
but dead to the touch.
You reach for them,
but the past is all they see.
A version of you
that no longer fits,
a ghost in their mind,
frozen in time.
#poetry
Read the full poem here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/embers-of-...
January 29, 2025 at 1:49 AM
Embers of Who We Were
Some friendships
are embers—
warm in memory,
but dead to the touch.
You reach for them,
but the past is all they see.
A version of you
that no longer fits,
a ghost in their mind,
frozen in time.
#poetry
Read the full poem here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/embers-of-...
Some friendships
are embers—
warm in memory,
but dead to the touch.
You reach for them,
but the past is all they see.
A version of you
that no longer fits,
a ghost in their mind,
frozen in time.
#poetry
Read the full poem here:
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/embers-of-...
I can’t breathe.
Even my sighs of relief are met with a roll of your eyes,
your shadow suffocating my light.
You call this family?
It’s not.
You call this love?
It’s not.
This is poison.
This is harm disguised as normal.
And I’m done falling prey to the illusion of normal.
#poetry
Even my sighs of relief are met with a roll of your eyes,
your shadow suffocating my light.
You call this family?
It’s not.
You call this love?
It’s not.
This is poison.
This is harm disguised as normal.
And I’m done falling prey to the illusion of normal.
#poetry
January 28, 2025 at 5:04 AM
I can’t breathe.
Even my sighs of relief are met with a roll of your eyes,
your shadow suffocating my light.
You call this family?
It’s not.
You call this love?
It’s not.
This is poison.
This is harm disguised as normal.
And I’m done falling prey to the illusion of normal.
#poetry
Even my sighs of relief are met with a roll of your eyes,
your shadow suffocating my light.
You call this family?
It’s not.
You call this love?
It’s not.
This is poison.
This is harm disguised as normal.
And I’m done falling prey to the illusion of normal.
#poetry
Needing others is a primal song,
etched into the marrow of our species.
From the first cry of life,
we are built on the shoulders of someone else’s hands.
A meal shared. A wheel turned.
Fuel in our tanks. Breath in our lungs. Love in our hearts. We add to the symphony of connection. 💗
#poetry
etched into the marrow of our species.
From the first cry of life,
we are built on the shoulders of someone else’s hands.
A meal shared. A wheel turned.
Fuel in our tanks. Breath in our lungs. Love in our hearts. We add to the symphony of connection. 💗
#poetry
January 27, 2025 at 5:04 AM
Needing others is a primal song,
etched into the marrow of our species.
From the first cry of life,
we are built on the shoulders of someone else’s hands.
A meal shared. A wheel turned.
Fuel in our tanks. Breath in our lungs. Love in our hearts. We add to the symphony of connection. 💗
#poetry
etched into the marrow of our species.
From the first cry of life,
we are built on the shoulders of someone else’s hands.
A meal shared. A wheel turned.
Fuel in our tanks. Breath in our lungs. Love in our hearts. We add to the symphony of connection. 💗
#poetry