he came back

he came back

He came back, but it wasn't the same. I mean, he was the same, but I wasn't. I became insensitive to the poison of his words, to his touch that was once magical—same hands, same lips, but not the guy I imagined him to be. A few months passed. I worked a lot on my fears and insecurities. I knew when he came back something was different. I didn't listen to myself. This time it doesn't hurt that he left. I believe people can change, but sometimes they just get worse. I truly needed that perception of connection I had maintained for so many years. I closed the door—why did I open it? He ended my hopes, my steady slope. He came with his story, the same tired words as always, the same hopeful bedroom eyes I always fell for. Get full access to Kath Vicente at kathvicente.substack.com/subscribe [https://kathvicente.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

A Daughter's Letter to Her Mother

Mom, In the shadows of our yesterdays, Where pain and love intertwine, I write these words to bridge the space Between your heart and mine. Through storms of harsh words spoken, Through tears we both have shed, I see now you were broken too, Fighting fears I never read. Remember when you held me close, In hospital halls so white? When you fed me, taught me, dressed me up, Making dark days shine so bright? Those precious moments scatter like stars Across our troubled sky, The birthday meals, the pretty clothes, Your love that wouldn't die. We're daughters both, imperfect souls, Carrying wounds from different times, You did your best with what you knew, While I judged with words unkind. Let's build anew from broken pieces, Learn each other, day by day, Not perfect friends, but something more: Mother and daughter, finding our way. My mother, my mirror, my strength divine, Through years of love and pain we shine. You shaped me with your hands so worn, From your struggles, I was born Into the woman I am today - Strong, resilient, finding my way. Who am I to judge your path? When from your love, I learned to laugh. Get full access to Kath Vicente at kathvicente.substack.com/subscribe [https://kathvicente.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

Carta de una Hija a su Madre

Mami: En las sombras de nuestros ayeres, Donde dolor y amor se entrelazan, Escribo estas palabras para unir El espacio entre tu corazón y el mío. A través de tormentas de palabras hirientes, A través de lágrimas que ambas derramamos, Ahora veo que tú también estabas rota, Luchando contra miedos que nunca percibí. ¿Recuerdas cuando me abrazabas En los pasillos blancos del hospital? Cuando me alimentabas, me enseñabas, me vestías, Haciendo brillar los días oscuros. Esos momentos preciosos se esparcen como estrellas A través de nuestro cielo turbulento, Las comidas de cumpleaños, la ropa bonita, Tu amor que nunca murió. Somos hijas ambas, almas imperfectas, Cargando heridas de diferentes épocas, Hiciste lo mejor que sabías, Mientras yo juzgaba con palabras crueles. Construyamos de nuevo desde los pedazos rotos, Aprendamos la una de la otra, día a día, No amigas perfectas, sino algo más: Madre e hija, encontrando nuestro camino. Mi madre, mi espejo, mi fuerza divina, A través de años de amor y dolor brillamos. Me moldeaste con tus manos gastadas, De tus luchas, yo nací En la mujer que soy hoy - Fuerte, resiliente, encontrando mi camino. ¿Quién soy yo para juzgar tu sendero? Cuando de tu amor, aprendí a reír. Get full access to Kath Vicente at kathvicente.substack.com/subscribe [https://kathvicente.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

Crescendo

Construyendo fuerza nota a nota, Como un río que crece en silencio, Rompiendo cadenas oxidadas Que antes me ataban al suelo. No soy quien fui ayer; La sombra que era se desvanece, Aunque sus huellas permanecen Grabadas en mi piel. El miedo regresa como marea, Celosa guardiana de mis pasos, Susurrando amor envenenado, Queriendo retener lo que ya vuela. Pero crezco, como árbol hacia el cielo, Dejando atrás las viejas mentiras Que antes creí verdades eternas; Ahora son solo ecos que se alejan. Get full access to Kath Vicente at kathvicente.substack.com/subscribe [https://kathvicente.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

The Imperfect Journey: Finding Your Path Through Practice

In this candid episode, I explore the journey of personal growth through trusting your intuition and embracing imperfection. I share my experiences with following spiritual signals, pursuing musical development despite challenges, and the liberation that comes from detaching self-worth from creative output. This raw conversation examines how consistent practice—whether in music, creativity, or self-acceptance—leads to meaningful progress, even when the path feels uncertain. Join me as I discuss finding fulfillment through daily dedication rather than perfectionism, and how combining learning methods can accelerate your growth in any discipline. Get full access to Kath Vicente at kathvicente.substack.com/subscribe [https://kathvicente.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]