Iykorisha

No matter how hungry a lion is, it’ll never eat grass. No matter how desperate you are…discern spirits. Not everything that looks like help is sent by God. Never let desperation push you into places God never assigned to you.🙏✨

You stop craving chaos after a while stop mistaking intensity for love and almosts for something real. You grow tired of chasing people who only show up when it’s convenient, tired of decoding mixed signals and asking what you did wrong when it was never about you. Somewhere in the noise, peace begins to sound softer, yet more beautiful than passion ever did. There’s freedom in not waiting for a reply, in not wondering where you stand, in no longer shrinking yourself just to make someone stay. You realize how much love you poured into people who hadn’t even met themselves, and you don’t hate love you just see it differently now. You’ve seen what half-hearted feels like, and silence is gentler than uncertainty. You’d rather be alone than keep negotiating your worth with those who can’t meet your depth. There’s peace in solitude the kind that feels like coming home after years of chasing people who never knew how to stay. And maybe that’s the quiet miracle you begin to like who you are on your own, the calm of not chasing, not settling, not waiting to be chosen. You’ve built a life that feels whole, one that no longer depends on anyone to complete it.

"You said I matter, but you never showed it. How do I tell you what’s breaking inside me when every time I speak, it’s met with silence—as if my feelings are too loud for you to hear? You said I matter to you, but your actions never followed your words, and it hurts to be seen but not really noticed, to be heard but never understood. I keep trying to explain what’s already bleeding, hoping maybe this time you’ll see it differently, but it always circles back to the same ache, the same unanswered questions, the same emptiness between us. I wish I didn’t feel this much, I wish I could turn my heart off and stop hoping for something that never stays. You told me to trust you, but trust isn’t built on promises it’s built on presence. And every time I gave you mine, you left it standing in the dark, waiting for a truth that never came. I write because it’s the only way I know how to be heard, but even then, you don’t read between the lines. And what’s the point of words when they fall into silence with no echo, when actions never rise to meet them? Maybe I’m just tired of trying to make meaning out of something that refuses to mean anything at all."

You once said, "Even broken wings can find the strength to mend; let the gentle winds of time and love lift your spirit toward the sky again.

Before the sun rose, whispers of dawn cradled my soul, painting dreams in gold; hope danced softly, promising a day embraced in light and laughter.

I don't believe in revenge, people with ugly hearts always ruin themselves eventually.

The older you get, the more you realize some relationships end, because they are temporary people who taught you permanent lessons. It's crazy how peaceful life becomes when you start learning, healing, and raising the bar on who has access to your body, heart, and soul.

If you focus on hurt, the pain, the disappointment, you will continue to suffer. If you focus on the lesson, you will continue to grow. Every challenge we face can be a valuable teacher if we choose to see it that way. Pain is a natural human emotion, and it's okay to acknowledge it. However, it's essential not to get stuck there. Turn your wounds into wisdom and your scars into strength.