My Voice, My Work: A Portfolio of Feral Poetics by Evalys Flores

“Every word is a lantern back through the dark.”

About the Author

I am a writer whose work rises from lived experience—grief, silence, sensuality, mental health, and reclamation. I write not from a clinical gaze, but from the inside out. My genre, Feral Poetic, was born from the ache that had no name until I gave it one. These are not essays shaped for diagnosis or detached insight. They are soul letters, fragments of memory, and quiet rebellions against silence. I write to remember what hurt. I write so others know they’re not alone inside it.

I’ve published over 50 essays on this blog, and more recently, I’ve begun sharing work on Medium and LinkedIn. My writing serves as both witness and offering—for the ones who remember alone, the ones finding their way home in language. I also share visual excerpts and reflections across Instagram and Pinterest, where the forest of this work continues to grow.

Why I Write

Because truth lives in the body.
Because silence leaves its own scars.
Because writing is how I survived, how I speak, and how I heal.
I call it healing through writing.
You may recognize your own story between these lines.

• The Day I Forgot to Remember
  A lyrical meditation on inherited silence, grief, and the haunting absence of what should’ve been spoken. My first Medium post shared under my own name.
  “This isn’t just a story—it’s a return.”


• The Healer I’m Becoming
  An excavation of grief’s quiet evolution and how caregiving became both mirror and map.
  A reflection on presence, memory, and finding peace inside the ache.


• The Healer I’m Becoming: Pleasure as Presence, Desire as Devotion
  A reclamation of sensuality as sacred—where pleasure becomes presence, and desire becomes a form of devotion.
  “I am a healer who believes in desire as sacred.”


• Shadow Work: Softness in My Storm
  A meditation on emotional duality—how softness can be a survival strategy, and how rage can be sacred.
  “This is where I let the storm speak in a whisper—and still be heard.”


• What Safety Feels Like
  A quiet reflection on what it means to be held without shrinking, to be seen without flinching.
  “This is what safety feels like: not the absence of fear, but the presence of someone who doesn’t require your disappearance.”

• Medium: medium.com/@notesformysoulmate
• LinkedIn: linkedin.com/in/evalys-flores-arroyo/
• Instagram: instagram.com/notes_formysoulmate/ — visual excerpts, quotes, and forest fragments
• Pinterest: pinterest.com/notes_soulmate/ — curated reflections and blog threads
• Email: notesformysoulmate@gmail.com

This portfolio is protected—not to gatekeep, but to honor the labor, longing, and lineage it carries.
These words were walked through fire and forest—let them live as they were meant to.
This body of work is the emotional and intellectual property of the author. Do not reproduce or republish without written permission.
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