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Category: Writing and Poetry
Lately I keep staring at the sky. it keeps changing without anyone noticing, like it’s quietly practicing how to be soft. i wish i could do that for you. It makes me think, one day i’m gonna grow wings. Quietly. and maybe when i do I’ll finally reach the place where colors are made. i’ll push the blue a little wider, scatter a few more stars, leave a streak of gold where the clouds us » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Mama, When my lights go out, will you come find me, Will you reach into the dark I hide, the way I reach for you, arms open wide? If I stay quiet, if I can’t speak, will you still find the parts of me weak? Will you hold me before I fall apart, even if I’m shaking, even in the dark? I’ve always stretched my hands to you, even when you never reached through. But I’m still hoping, stil » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
May flowers grow in the saddest parts of you, where the cracks run deep and light feels afraid to stay. May something soft take root in the hollow places, where sorrow has made its bed for too long. I hope the soil of your pain remembers how to bloom, that the weight you carry quietly might one day break open into color. Even in forgotten corners, even in the sha » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I’ve never been good at saying what’s true, my heart holds secrets I rarely show to you. The words get lost, they fumble and hide, buried deep where my quiet fears reside. But then you came, and the world felt new, suddenly I wanted to speak to you. To reach for the stars I’ve kept in my chest, to give them to you, to show my best. I don’t know if I’ll speak with perfect grace, or find the right » Continue Reading
— 11 Kudos
Category: Writing and Poetry
Who do I owe the biggest apology? No one has ever been harder on me than I have. No one has picked me apart the way I do in the mirror. No one has replayed mistakes over and over, punishing me long after the moment has passed. That’s been all me. I’ve been my own harshest judge, my own enemy, my own bully in the dark. I’ve talked to myself in ways I would never talk to someone I love. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I want you to know how proud I am of you, for all the hard work, for everything you do. Even when life feels heavy, unfair, and long, you keep moving forward, steady and strong. I feel your pain, I feel your fight, even from far, the nights we were broken, the wounds we still bear All the abuse we faced, the love we were denied, the moments we hoped for warmth that never arrived. Sometimes I push ... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I don’t think I’ll ever belong in heaven. I know myself too well the mistakes, the sharp words I regret, the times I chose silence when I should have spoken, the times I gave up when I should have tried harder. I’m not the kind of person who gets remembered as holy. I know I’ll never be worthy of heaven. I was never built for perfection, never made of the kind of goodness they write in holy books.... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
No one talks about how exhausting it is to live like this. Everyone talks about “stay strong” and “it gets better,” but no one tells you about the in‑between, the part where you’re strong for a minute and then a complete mess the next. It feels like being tossed between two cliffs. One side of me whispers, keep going, just one more step, you’re almost there. The other side pulls me down with, I’m ... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
If the fruit you’re meant to eat was planted long before your feet, then why do you fear it won’t arrive, or that your chance will not survive? The seed lies quiet in the ground, its roots dig deep without a sound. It bends and sways with wind and rain, it feels the sun, it feels the pain. It does not rush, it does not fight, it grows in darkness, waits for light. Through storms and shadows » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
To love you was like standing at the edge of a cliff I could see how far I might fall, I could feel the fear in my chest, and part of me whispered to step back. But I didn’t. I leaned forward, and I let myself go. I knew what was coming the rush, the uncertainty, the way everything would change once I let go of the ground. But what surprised me was how sweet the fall felt. Sweeter than safety, » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Yesterday, I saw an old man sitting on the curb, his coat patched in places, shoes frayed at the edges, and I couldn’t stop looking at him. There was something in the way he held himself, a quiet weight, like the world had been pressing down for decades. I kept wondering who he wanted to be once, before life became this, before the streets became home. Did he have dreams that burned bright? Did he... » Continue Reading
— 12 Kudos
Category: Writing and Poetry
You can feel it in the air when someone has been through their own storms and still chooses to stay soft. Like, really soft. Still kind. Still open. Still gentle, even when it would be easier to shut down, to build walls, to stop letting people in. It’s not something you see every day. Most people harden after everything they’ve been through. They let their pain be their shield or make them stop t... » Continue Reading
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