Young

Written By Britt Wolfe
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There are moments in life
when a person becomes young again.

Not in years—
those move only in one direction—

but in the quiet beginning
of a new way to live.

The past may be heavy
with knowledge.

With victories.
With regrets.
With all the things
that once felt permanent.

But the future
does not ask about any of that.

It only asks one question:

Will you begin?

And so the first steps come
slowly.

Carefully.

Like a child
standing for the first time
in a world that suddenly feels
both enormous
and full of possibility.

The legs tremble.

The ground feels uncertain.

Balance is something
still being learned.

And there will be mistakes.

Many of them.

Because every new life
begins that way.

Not with mastery—

but with small, uncertain steps
toward what matters most.

For some
this beginning is built
around ambition.

Around proving something
to the world.

But this life—

this new, fragile beginning—

is built around something simpler.

Around family.

Around the quiet decision
to place love
at the centre
of everything.

To build a life
where the people who matter most
are never pushed
to the edges.

To choose presence
over perfection.

Connection
over applause.

And so the steps continue.

Unsteady.

Imperfect.

Sometimes brave.
Sometimes afraid.

But always forward.

Because there is a quiet courage
in starting again.

In admitting
that even a grown life
can begin
like a child learning to walk.

The truth is
no one ever stops learning
how to live.

We simply grow
more honest about it.

So this new life
moves slowly.

With patience.

With humility.

With love placed carefully
at the centre
of every decision.

And if the steps are small,
that is alright.

Every life worth living
is built that way.

One trembling step
after another

until one day

the road behind
reveals something remarkable:

not a person
who never stumbled—

but a life
that learned

how to walk.

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Young
Young

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. 💚

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I Threw Myself Into The Sky

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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.

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The Fire Of Life

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The Luck Of Being Alive

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The Choice

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Love And Death

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What I Made
What I Made

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Surviving The Unsurvivable
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I Love Myself More (I’m Sorry)
I Love Myself More (I’m Sorry)

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Everyone Just Wants To Be Loved…But Maybe That’s Not Enough

This poem is about the quiet moment when love ends—not with a fight, but with an understanding. It was written from the space between compassion and self-preservation, where wanting the best for someone no longer means sacrificing yourself to give it. It reflects on the idea that while everyone longs to be loved, love alone cannot heal patterns that refuse accountability. This is a poem about release, about setting something down gently when carrying it has become a kind of harm, and about holding hope for another’s healing even after your own love has gone.

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What Grows
What Grows

What Grows is a meditation on care — the quiet, patient work of tending something over time. It began with my love of plants and the peace I find in stewardship, propagation, and the slow miracle of life continuing under attentive hands. As I wrote, it became something more reflective and more painful: a way of grieving the relationship I never fully had, and the story I never got to know. This poem is about gardens both literal and imagined, about the understanding that comes too late, and about honouring someone not by rewriting the past, but by recognizing the beauty of what they managed to grow with the soil they were given.

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Britt Wolfe

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.

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