Work In Progress
I used to think healing
was something you finished.
A season.
A chapter.
A quiet, tidy conclusion
where everything made sense again
and I could set the pain down
like a box I no longer had to carry.
I don’t think that anymore.
—
Now I know
healing is a life sentence.
Not because I failed.
Not because I am weak.
But because something happened
that does not end
just because I want it to.
Because damage, once done,
does not politely disappear.
It echoes.
In the way I brace for things
no one else notices.
In the way my mind runs ahead
looking for exits
before I’ve even arrived.
In the way I measure my words
like they might cost me something
if I’m not careful.
—
It is not fair.
That I have to do this work.
That I have to carry this
and still be soft.
Still be good.
Still choose something better
than what was given to me.
There are days
I want to put it down.
Let the sharpness take over.
Let the anger feel like power.
Let the world have its way with me
until I no longer recognize
the version of myself
that tried so hard
to stay kind.
—
But I don’t.
Not because it’s easy.
Not because I am above it.
But because I am committed.
—
I am committed
to the slow, unglamorous work
of becoming someone
I can live with.
Someone my girls
can look at
and feel safe.
Someone my love
can trust
with the fragile parts
of his heart.
Someone my chosen family
can lean on
without fear
that I will turn sharp
in their hands.
—
I am committed
to the version of me
that still believes
the world can be better
if I am.
Even when that belief
feels naïve.
Even when it feels
like I am the only one
still trying.
—
So I will keep going.
Through the therapy
and the quiet rewiring
and the exhausting, invisible work
of choosing again
and again
and again
who I want to be.
Not who the world made me.
Not who the hurt shaped me into.
But who I decide
is worth fighting for.
—
I will fail.
I already have.
There are moments
I don’t recognize myself.
Moments where something harsher
slips through
before I can catch it.
But I come back.
I always come back.
—
Because healing
is not about perfection.
It is about return.
—
And I am still here.
Still choosing.
Still rebuilding.
Still holding on
to something that feels fragile
but refuses to break completely.
—
I am a work in progress.
And maybe I always will be.
But I am doing the work.
For me.
For them.
For the life I am building
with hands that have learned
both how to hold
and how to let go.
—
It isn’t fair.
But it is mine.
And I will make something good
out of it anyway.
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Poetry by Britt Wolfe:
This poem is about the quiet, relentless erosion of something I once believed was unshakeable. Not the kind of loss that arrives all at once, loud and undeniable—but the kind that happens slowly, over years, through small moments that wear you down without ever fully breaking you. It reflects what it feels like to fight to remain soft in a world that rewards sharpness, and the fear that comes when you begin to feel yourself changing anyway. Not because you want to, but because something in you is tired of being the one that bends. 💚
This piece explores a quieter, more disorienting kind of harm—the kind that comes from proximity you never chose. It is about being shaped by someone who was simply there, embedded into your life without invitation, and the long, complicated process of disentangling from something that was never yours to carry. Even after distance is created, the imprint remains—subtle, persistent, and often unfair in its endurance. This poem sits in that tension: the relief of leaving, the reality of what lingers, and the truth that not all connections are chosen, but their aftermath is still ours to reckon with. 💚
This piece sits inside the anger that follows harm—not the kind that explodes outward, but the kind that lives beneath the surface, constant and uninvited. It is about the dissonance of becoming someone you were never meant to be, carrying a heat that does not feel like your own, and the quiet, exhausting work of holding it without letting it take over. There is an understanding here that the fire will not burn this brightly forever—but that knowledge does not lessen the reality of what it feels like to live with it now. This is what it means to contain something you never chose to carry. 🔥
This piece explores the quiet but irreversible moment when a life is divided into before and after—not by choice, but by something done to you that you were never meant to carry. It is about the disorientation of remembering who you were before you knew, and the stark, often unrecognizable person you become after. There is a particular kind of unfairness in being reshaped by harm while the source of it continues on, untouched, elsewhere. And yet, within that fracture, there is also a truth that refuses to be erased: that even in the aftermath of something you did not choose, you are still here, still becoming, still learning how to live with both versions of yourself at once. 🖤
This piece sits in the uncomfortable space between love and loss—not of another person, but of the self that slowly disappeared in the act of trying to be loved. It is about the quiet ways we learn to reshape ourselves to stay close to someone who feels like gravity, and the harder truth that sometimes, what we gave was not taken, but offered—again and again, until there was almost nothing left. There is grief here, and there is permanence in what was lost, but there is also something steadier beneath it: the moment where the giving stops, where the harm no longer continues, and where a life—unchosen for so long—begins to belong to you again. 💚
This poem lives inside the moment, not after it. It captures the frantic, unravelling logic of needing to be wanted so badly that the self becomes negotiable—adjusted, reduced, reshaped in real time in the hope of finally getting it right. There is no clarity here, no resolution—only the relentless internal bargaining that convinces you the problem is you, and that if you can just fix yourself fast enough, thoroughly enough, you might be allowed to stay. It is not love. It is not reason. It is the quiet, desperate machinery of self-erasure in motion. 🖤
Sometimes the most profound damage in a relationship isn’t loud or obvious—it’s gradual, internal, and difficult to name while it’s happening. This piece explores two very different experiences of the same dynamic: one rooted in certainty and self-preservation, the other in doubt and quiet erosion. It reflects on how perception can be shaped over time, and how, in the absence of being truly seen, a person can begin to lose sight of themselves. 💚
Sometimes the deepest disappointments don’t come from what was done, but from what was never offered. There are relationships where connection is conditional—where being seen depends on how closely we resemble what the other person already understands or values. This piece reflects on that quiet absence, the confusion it leaves behind, and the enduring ache of not being fully met by someone who had every opportunity to know you. 💚
Anxiety often presents itself as something that needs to be solved as quickly as possible—something urgent, disruptive, and intolerable. But what if, instead of immediately trying to fix or escape it, we approached it with curiosity? This piece explores that shift—from reaction to observation, from control to understanding—and the courage it takes to turn toward our own internal experience long enough to learn what it’s been trying to communicate all along. 💚
Anxiety doesn’t just create discomfort—it shifts where we live within ourselves. What begins as a felt experience in the body is quickly pulled into the mind, where we try to analyse, predict, and resolve it into certainty. But the more we think, the further we move from the very place where the experience can be met. This piece explores that movement—out of feeling and into overthinking—and the quiet, deliberate courage it takes to return to the body, to the present, and to a way of living that does not depend on having everything figured out. 💚
There are parts of ourselves that don’t reveal themselves in the noise of everyday life. They exist beneath the surface—complex, layered, and often untouched—not because they are inaccessible, but because turning toward them requires a kind of stillness and courage we’re rarely taught to cultivate. This piece explores that inward terrain—the winding paths of the mind, the deeper spaces that resist easy understanding, and the quiet, transformative act of choosing to enter them anyway. 💚
There are moments—often brief, often unsettling—when we become aware of just how little in life is fixed or guaranteed. Time moves, things change, and the sense of stability we rely on begins to feel more like an agreement than a truth. In response, many of us learn to stay busy, to achieve, to keep moving so we don’t have to sit with that underlying uncertainty. This piece explores that tension—the instinct to avoid the discomfort of not having solid ground, and the quiet, necessary shift toward allowing it, trusting that something steadier can emerge not from control, but from surrender. 💚
We live in a world that teaches us, often without saying it outright, that our value exists somewhere outside of us—measured in achievements, appearances, reactions, and approval. Over time, it becomes second nature to look outward for confirmation of who we are, even as it leaves us feeling unsteady and unseen. This piece explores that tension—the psychology behind it, the anxiety it creates, and the disorienting, necessary work of turning inward to find something more enduring. 💚
Some of us learn love by trying to earn it. By softening ourselves, reshaping ourselves, waiting just a little longer, giving just a little more—until one day we realise we’ve spent years negotiating for something that should have been freely given. This piece is for anyone who has ever stayed too long, tried too hard, and slowly lost themselves in the process of hoping someone else might finally choose them. 🖤
Long before many stories of abuse were spoken publicly, they often existed in a quieter form—shared through warnings, careful conversations, and unspoken understanding. Women learned to navigate spaces by listening to one another, passing along small pieces of information meant to keep each other safe. These fragments of knowledge rarely made it into official records, but they shaped behaviour and survival for years. Everyone Knew reflects on this hidden network of awareness—the whispered warnings, the uneasy silences, and the uncomfortable truth that what later appeared shocking was often something many people had sensed, suspected, or quietly understood all along. 🖤
When the #MeToo movement gained global attention, many voices warned that it would lead to widespread injustice—that innocent men would lose their careers, their reputations, even their lives over false accusations. Headlines, debates, and opinion pieces echoed these fears again and again. Yet the reality that followed looked very different. For many, life continued much as it had before, while the stories that had taken decades for women to tell were suddenly overshadowed by conversations about male discomfort and hypothetical danger. Nothing Happened reflects on that uneasy contrast—the gap between the loud predictions of catastrophe and the quieter, more complicated truth of what actually followed. 🖤
Sometimes the most powerful moments in life are not the loud ones. They happen in stillness—when we step back from the noise of expectations, opinions, and constant urgency long enough to see the world clearly. In those quiet spaces, perspective shifts. The chaos that once felt overwhelming begins to look smaller, and the path forward becomes less about keeping pace with everyone else and more about choosing who we truly want to be. The Quiet Above the Noise reflects on that rare vantage point—the moment when a person pauses above the rush of the world and discovers that clarity, courage, and freedom often live in the simple act of standing still. 🖤
History often celebrates the voices that rose to prominence—the inventors, leaders, artists, and thinkers who shaped the world we inherited. But far less attention is given to the countless voices that were never allowed to rise at all. Across generations, systemic bias, prejudice, and exclusion have quietly erased possibilities before they could even begin. Women dismissed because of sexism. People of colour ignored because of racism. Individuals silenced because of their gender identity or who they love. The loss of these voices is not only a personal tragedy—it is a collective one. The Missing mourns what the world never received: the ideas, brilliance, creativity, and compassion that were pushed aside before they had the chance to exist. 🖤
In every era, societies reveal their values not only through what they build, but through the voices they amplify. In the modern age—shaped by algorithms, performance, and constant visibility—volume is often mistaken for wisdom, and certainty is rewarded more readily than careful thought. Over time, this dynamic begins to shape culture itself, encouraging self-promotion over reflection and spectacle over substance. Better Loud Than Clever explores this unsettling shift, reflecting on how a culture that celebrates noise can unintentionally sideline curiosity, humility, and complexity—the very qualities that once gave our most thoughtful voices their power.💚
Some lives begin in soil that was never meant to nourish them. In those places, growth can feel difficult, uncertain, and fragile. Yet nature offers a quiet lesson in resilience through the process of propagation—when a cutting is separated from its original plant and given the chance to root somewhere new. What first appears to be damage becomes the beginning of renewal. Propagation reflects on that powerful metaphor: the idea that leaving behind what once shaped us can sometimes be the very thing that allows us to grow into something healthier, stronger, and more whole than the place we began ever made possible.🌱💚
There are moments in life when starting over does not feel like failure, but like a quiet return to the beginning. Even after years of experience, wisdom, and hard-earned lessons, a new chapter can make us feel uncertain again—taking careful steps, learning as we go, and accepting that mistakes will be part of the journey. Yet there is also something deeply hopeful in that kind of beginning. It is a chance to rebuild life around what truly matters. Young reflects on the courage of starting again with humility, choosing family and love as the centre of a life, and embracing the small, unsteady steps that eventually lead us somewhere meaningful. 💚
Much of life is spent trying to plan, predict, and guide the future toward the outcomes we believe will bring us happiness. When those plans fall apart—when doors close, paths disappear, or the timing refuses to cooperate—it can feel as though life is working against us. Yet with distance and perspective, many people begin to see something remarkable: that some of the most meaningful and beautiful chapters of their lives only began after the plans they once held so tightly failed to unfold. The Blessing Of Life’s Refusal To Obey reflects on that quiet realization—the understanding that life’s refusal to follow our instructions is not always a loss, but often the beginning of something far greater than we ever thought to ask for. 💚
In moments of uncertainty, it is easy to believe that life has gone off course—that something has stalled, broken, or failed to arrive as it should. Yet time has a way of revealing that many of the twists and pauses we once feared were simply part of a larger unfolding we could not yet see. The natural world grows patiently, rivers carve their paths slowly, and the most meaningful parts of life often arrive in their own time. Trust The Unfolding is a reflection on this quiet wisdom: an invitation to step back from worry, release the need to control every outcome, and trust that life is moving with a deeper rhythm than we sometimes understand.💚
When people first imagine the future, their dreams are often shaped by what they can currently see and understand. The hopes we carry early in life may feel vast at the time, yet they are often small compared to the life that eventually unfolds. With time, many discover that the path ahead holds far more possibility than they once believed—new places, unexpected love, and moments of beauty that could never have been carefully planned. Small Dreams And Unexpected Abundancereflects on this quiet truth: that the dreams we begin with are often only the seeds of something far greater, and that life, when allowed to unfold, has a remarkable way of growing them into forests. 💚
When we are young, we often imagine the future as something we can design—carefully choosing our dreams and trusting that life will unfold exactly as we planned. But many people eventually discover a surprising truth: the path that actually unfolds rarely looks like the one we imagined. Doors close, plans dissolve, and the timing we thought was perfect passes us by. Yet with time and distance, it can become clear that life was not denying us the things we wanted—it was quietly making room for something larger. This poem reflects on that realization: the moment when we begin to see that the life we once hoped for was smaller than the one that arrived, and that the future may still be holding wonders we have not yet learned to imagine. 💚
Life often begins with plans—carefully imagined futures, quiet expectations, and a belief that happiness will arrive in the shape we design for it. But with time and experience, many people discover something far more profound: that the richest and most meaningful lives are rarely the ones we carefully construct. Instead, they are the lives that unfold when we loosen our grip on certainty and allow the unexpected to shape us. A Life Lived is a reflection on that quiet realization—the understanding that life, when trusted, often gives us more beauty, love, and wonder than we ever thought to ask for. 💚
In a world that constantly tells us to plan more carefully, work harder, and control every possible outcome, it is easy to believe that life will only unfold correctly if we manage every detail. But the truth many people eventually discover is far gentler—and far more freeing—than that. Some of the most meaningful moments in life arrive when we release our grip on certainty and allow the future to unfold in ways we could never have predicted. Let Go And Let Life reflects on the quiet wisdom of surrender: the understanding that life is not something to conquer or control, but something to trust, experience, and receive as it unfolds. 💚
Sometimes the moments that change our lives the most begin with decisions that make absolutely no sense to anyone watching from the outside. The safe path is always well lit, mapped out, and widely approved. But the most extraordinary chapters of life often begin when we step away from certainty and choose courage instead. This poem is about the power of boldness — about the moments when we take risks, surrender control, and trust that something greater will meet us on the other side of fear. Because sometimes the only way to discover what life can truly become is to leap before we know exactly where we will land. 💚
Sometimes the hardest role in life is not the villain or the hero, but the quiet supporter in the background — the one who claps the loudest, encourages the most, and helps hold everything together while someone else shines. Over time, it can begin to feel as though your purpose is simply to help others take centre stage, while your own voice grows quieter in the wings. The Backup Dancer is a reflection on that feeling — the quiet ache of being overlooked, the exhaustion of always supporting, and the moment someone begins to wonder what it might feel like to finally step into the light themselves.
Britt Wolfe writes emotionally devastating fiction with the precision of a heart surgeon and the recklessness of someone who definitely shouldn’t be trusted with sharp objects. Her stories explore love, loss, and the complicated mess of being human. If you enjoy books that punch you in the feelings and then politely offer you a Band-Aid, you’re in the right place.
This poem is about what comes after the damage—when nothing is clean or resolved, and healing isn’t a destination but a lifelong commitment. It’s about the unfairness of having to carry what you didn’t choose, and the quiet, relentless work of choosing who you want to be anyway. Even when it’s exhausting. Even when it feels like you’re losing. This is a promise to keep going—not because it’s easy, but because there is too much at stake not to. 💚