Poems of Awareness, Resistance, and Glimmers of Truth
Codes: pattern recognition, resistance, questioning, reflection
Tone: contemplative, frustrated, flickering light
Poem Titles:
The First Time I Heard My Own Voice
I Saw Myself in Someone Else’s Lie
This Program is Bugged
Thinking in Morse Code
Reflections in the Dark is where awareness begins to flicker. Where confusion gives way to clarity—but not without resistance. These poems live in that in-between space: you’re waking up, but you’re still tangled in the web.
Here is where I began to question everything, especially myself. And in the questioning… I heard something real.
These are the reflections I saw when I stopped running from the dark.
When the Mirror Started Talking Back
I used to think resistance meant I was doing something wrong.
Now I know it’s one of the first signs of remembering.
These poems were born in the tension between doubt and awakening. I started noticing patterns—not just in the world around me, but in my own thoughts. Thoughts that didn’t sound like me, didn’t feel like me, but had been narrating my life for years.
Part II lives in that flicker. That first spark.
It’s frustrated, flickering, and not yet free—but the shift has begun.
These words aren’t polished revelations. They’re the voice I’d buried, cracking through the surface.
It’s the moment I stopped performing confusion and started asking the right questions.
It’s when the mirror stopped reflecting what I was told—and started showing me who I actually was.
If you’re still with me—peace, beloved.
These words simply want you to remember the light. It still shines, you just have to believe in it.
Part III will arrive soon, but there’s no rush. Let this one echo as long as it needs to.
You can also click here to access all of the completed parts.
If it resonates, feel free to leave a reflection below or share this with someone else navigating the edge.
