Whispers in the walls
no one else hears them but me.
They call me by name.
About the Creator
Cadma
A sweetie pie with fire in her eyes
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Forgiveness Is Not a Prerequisite for Healing
There is a persistent cultural belief often framed as callow wisdom that forgiveness is necessary for healing. Survivors are told that to move forward, they must “let go,” “make peace,” or forgive those who have harmed them. This belief is not only inaccurate; for many survivors but it is also actively harmful.
By CadmaExclusive • about a month ago
The One Sound From My Childhood I Wish I Could Hear Again
When I think about my childhood, many memories come rushing back—long summer days, dusty playgrounds, and evenings spent laughing with family. But among all those memories, there is one thing I miss more than anything else: a simple sound that once filled my world with comfort and happiness.
By Imran Ali Shah7 days ago in Poets
My First Time Skiing and I Got Lost, Alone, in the French Alps
Looking back, I can trace some of my life’s biggest adventures to a simple action from my sister. She’d introduced me to Tommy (a very long time ago), a colleague of hers, who had overshared his penchant for Italian-looking women, and I ticked that box.
By Chantal Christie Weiss5 days ago in Humans
Comments (4)
So simple yet spine-tingling! Gives that perfect haunted-house chill in just three lines. 💖
That was soooo creeepppyyyy! Loved it!
This was eerie and unsettling in just those few words. Excellent poem!
I love how you create suspense and mystery in just three lines. The imagery is subtle but deeply unsettling.