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
✨ To explore this deeper, read the full poem & guided reflections on Substack @BlossomWithEmmy.
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February 4, 2025 at 7:48 AM
✨ To explore this deeper, read the full poem & guided reflections on Substack @BlossomWithEmmy.
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/loving-the...
blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/loving-the...
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...
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-...
Take yourself more loving.
Give yourself love—extra love.
Give yourself time—extra time.
Give yourself space—extra space.
Give yourself comfort—extra comfort.
Wear your most joyful, bizarre-to-others outfit in the morning,
and let yourself feel the excitement
of being unapologetically you
#poetry
Give yourself love—extra love.
Give yourself time—extra time.
Give yourself space—extra space.
Give yourself comfort—extra comfort.
Wear your most joyful, bizarre-to-others outfit in the morning,
and let yourself feel the excitement
of being unapologetically you
#poetry
January 10, 2025 at 8:27 AM
Take yourself more loving.
Give yourself love—extra love.
Give yourself time—extra time.
Give yourself space—extra space.
Give yourself comfort—extra comfort.
Wear your most joyful, bizarre-to-others outfit in the morning,
and let yourself feel the excitement
of being unapologetically you
#poetry
Give yourself love—extra love.
Give yourself time—extra time.
Give yourself space—extra space.
Give yourself comfort—extra comfort.
Wear your most joyful, bizarre-to-others outfit in the morning,
and let yourself feel the excitement
of being unapologetically you
#poetry