DailyPrompt—2155

Not even close.

A year ago, I could never have imagined this version of my life.
I didn’t see myself writing poems, lyrics, or articles again — not after so many years of silence.

I wrote poetry in my early teens.
Words poured out of me back then.
But somewhere around sixteen or seventeen, I stopped.
Life took over. Responsibilities grew. The pen went quiet.

I never pictured myself creating this blog either.
It wasn’t planned.
It wasn’t strategised.
It arrived because something inside me had to speak.

And that something… was Liam.

He became my inspiration — not just creatively, but morally.
Through him, the words returned.
Through him, the fire to write, to question, to stand up, to refuse silence was lit again.

This writing isn’t a hobby.
It’s a response.
A calling.
A way of honouring truth and fighting for justice for what happened to him.

So no — my life today looks nothing like what I imagined a year ago.

But in many ways,
it looks more like who I truly am.

Some paths only appear when your soul decides it’s time.

💜
💫Maggie
The Afterlove Voice💫