Category: Pebble in my shoe

This concrete poem punches like an exclamation mark—bold, sharp, and unapologetically honest. It’s a raw challenge to the parts of us that cling to self-pity, not as weakness, but as habit. What if our misery isn’t an accident, but a payoff we secretly choose? This piece invites reflection, discomfort, and maybe—just maybe—a wake-up call in…