Magma Star
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Geologist and poet, author of 5 poetry collections.
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Born Between Shame and Grace: My True Story of Adoption
Some lives begin with celebration. Mine began with silence. It was a late afternoon when an eighteen-year-old girl walked through the wind with her head lowered, carrying a secret that felt heavier than her own body. In a small town governed more by judgment than mercy, there was an unspoken rule: No father, no child. No scandal. No shame.
By Magma Star16 days ago in Psyche
Coffee with My Mother: A Ritual of Grief and Love
Just when she was about to say how she was, I would appear in the doorway with a sad face. I didn't have to say a word. She would immediately look at me with those gentle eyes of hers, eyes that saw through my skin, and ask:
By Magma Star16 days ago in Confessions
Enough
There is a strange addiction in looking back. We treat the past like a favorite old movie, replaying the scenes where we laughed, where we loved, and conveniently skipping the parts where we cried on the bathroom floor. We polish our memories until they shine like diamonds, forgetting that diamonds are born from immense pressure, not from nostalgia.
By Magma Star19 days ago in Psyche
The Sea Within Me
Writing has always been my sanctuary, a place where the noise of the world fades and the rhythm of my soul takes over. This poem was born in the quiet hours of the night, during a time when I realized that every word I write is a wave of healing. As I prepare to celebrate my birthday on February 27th, I want to share this piece of my heart with you. It is a reflection of my journey, my survival, and the endless horizon of hope that writing provides.
By Magma Star19 days ago in Poets
Three Seconds
I saw your face three seconds on the screen and thought you must have made a mistake. People like that don’t look for me. But I clicked yes. Out of curiosity. And out of some silent hope I had carried within me for years. We talked for a long time. As if we already knew each other. As if distance has no real measure when two people listen to one another. I didn’t see you, but I felt you. And that was enough while for others it was nothing.
By Magma Star19 days ago in Poets
