Vanessa Dizon Alvarez

You don't need to know the plan,
Just take today with open hand.
Not every step will feel secure,
But trust in Him—His love is sure.
...

I'm not who I was, I've weathered the storm,
I've changed through the fire, reshaped every form.
I've carried the weight of betrayal and loss,
And learned that my peace comes at a cost.
...

The older I grow, the clearer it seems,
truth hides not in words, but in recurring themes.
Apologies fall like fragile glass,
but patterns endure, they do not pass.
...

I wish I didn't see the cracks,
the silence stitched in whispered acts,
the tremor hiding in a smile,
the shadows trailing all the while.
...

I've learned that plans may fall apart,
That dreams can crack a tender heart.
That not all wounds will mend with time,
And not all wrongs will turn to rhyme.
...

If I spoke in thorns, not thread,
And left your heart in quiet dread,
Forgive the storm I did not see—
The ache I caused unknowingly.
...

A petal falls, a hand extends,
No trumpet sounds, no need to bend.
A smile, a word, a gentle grace—
The world is changed in quiet space.
...

She walked where grasses touched her knees,
The sky above was calm and free.
A tiny moon, a breeze so kind,
She left the noisy world behind.
...

She woke one dawn with a different fire,
No longer chained to doubt's desire.
No need to ask who stood, who strayed,
Her peace was hers, no debt unpaid.
...

Two words, so gentle, soft, and small,
Yet they echo loud within us all.
"What" and "if"—a harmless pair,
Until they whisper everywhere.
...

What if the struggle was never in vain,
But the soil where hope would rise again?
What if the tears that fell like rain
Were watering roots that break the chain?
...

Life is painted, bold and bright,
A canvas glowing in the light,
Scarlet dreams and golden skies,
Emerald hope in quiet eyes.
...

To the ones who stayed through silence,
when my voice had lost its way

who didn't ask for reasons,
...

A poem about invisible battles and misunderstood hearts

They saw the surface, neat and still,
but never felt the waves beneath.
...

I've walked through storms this past year,
with skies too heavy to name.
Faced trials that bent my spirit,
and days that blurred into pain.
...

Family isn't always blood
it's the ones who see your light.
The ones who hold your laughter close
and stand with you through night.
...

Family should be shelter,
not a storm behind your back.
They're meant to help you carry weight,
not whisper when you crack.
...

The rooms were filled with quiet storms,
though I was told to call it love.
I learned to walk on careful steps,
and hide the voice I dreamed of.
...

She speaks in shadows, not in sound,
yet every silence shakes the ground.
Her eyes conceal the storms she bears,
her hands still give, though none repairs.
...

The ground beneath me bends and breaks,
the past dissolves, the present shakes.
A mourning hum, a shadowed song,
for all the places I belonged.
...