behind it all
the why
first drafts
for you
always yours
the quiet
by hand
this is what i meant
the work
again
still here
thank you
the work is the prayer
the late nights
every word
real ones
true voice
slow hand
in private
in pieces
gathered
kept
you were always the poem
the small ones
my voice
i'm right here
on the page
i meant every word
learning
slow on purpose
thank you for reading
more soft
in revision
i meant this
the story behind the poet
Who am I — soulxsigh

about me.

Every sentence begins in silence. They come from somewhere more than words. Somewhere far beyond me.

That's where this all started.

I'm a poet. I'm an author. I've been writing since I can remember. There are notebooks from years ago that nobody's ever seen. Lines I scribbled on receipts in my car. Sentences that showed up in my dreams and stayed with me until morning.

I'm Soulxsigh. I write for the part of us that still believes people should care for each other, choose kindness where they can, and look for something good even when life feels heavy.

A letter from me to you
you are not too much — you are just human

This is a place where feeling isn't a flaw.

This place is for the people who feel things bigger than the moment asks for. Who read a poem twice and then again. Who keep the letters. Who've loved someone so much it rearranged them. Who got hurt and kept showing up anyway.

If that's you, you're safe here.

If something I ever wrote stuck with you through your day. If one line made you stop what you were doing for a second. If you read a poem and something in you went yes, without needing a single word of explanation, then maybe that's all I ever wanted from my writings.

There's nothing to prove. Nothing to earn. No one expects anything from you here.

Just stay. Read slowly. Let the work do what it came here to do.

with everything,

soulxsigh

soulxsigh eye art words for the
in between