This will be my last poem for a little while—
not forever,
just a pause,
a breath,
a reset in the rhythm.
Because next month,
I’m trading metaphors for memories,
swapping stanzas for stillness,
putting down my pen
to pick up the people who’ve held me
when I didn’t even know I was falling.
I’ve poured my soul into syllables,
painted my pain in prose,
used these lines to reach the hearts
of strangers and kindreds alike.
But now it’s time to turn my focus inward—
or maybe outward,
toward the ones who matter most.
Next month,
I’m leaning into gratitude.
Not the Instagram quote kind,
but the real, raw,
“I see you—thank you” kind.
The kind you feel in your chest
when a friend checks in,
when a stranger becomes family,
when love shows up in unexpected forms.
So stay tuned.
Because just maybe—
your name,
your face,
your moment of kindness
might find its way
into my next return.
You might be the next poem,
the next heartbeat I wrap in words.
This isn’t goodbye.
It’s just a promise
to come back
with more light,
more love,
more of me to give—
after I’ve taken the time
to honor all the “yous”
who helped me get here.
So thank you.
For reading.
For listening.
For seeing me.
Until next time…
I’ll be living in gratitude.
And who knows—
you just might be in it.
Martytalks Daliy 