Tag: resilience
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When I Picked Myself Up
When I picked myself up off the floor,I knew I could not hurt anymore.I gathered the pieces scattered around,And found parts of me I thought I had drowned.I wiped my tears and lifted my head,Stopped chasing the words you never said.I learned that leaving can sometimes be right,That losing your love did not end my…
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When
When morning comes and shadows flee,When sunlight dances on the sea,When weary birds begin to sing,And winter loosens into spring.When broken hearts remember howTo trust the quiet present now,When tears have dried and wounds grow small,And we no longer fear the fall.When yesterday has lost its sting,And hope returns on fragile wing,We learn that endings,…
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What Heartbreak Leaves Behind
No one comes back the samefrom heartbreak.You return carrying piecesof yourselfyou do not remember breaking.Your hands still look like your hands,your face still answers to its name,but something beneath the skinhas shifted.You learn how silence can bruise.How an empty chaircan become a presence.How a song can findthe one woundyou forgot to cover.You become carefulwith doors,with…
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Why My Heart Turned Blue
My heart turned blue on a Tuesday at three, while the clock lost a minute and stared back at me. The kettle kept singing though no one made tea, and the walls leaned inward suspiciously. I searched in the cupboard, under the bed, between all the things we should never have said. I asked the…
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Becoming
Before I was a tree, I was a secret.I slept beneath the earth in a coat of darkness, small enough to be overlooked and quiet enough to be forgotten. Above me, the world carried on without knowing my name. Rain tapped softly against the soil. Worms tunneled past me like old neighbors. Roots from older…
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The Common Man
The common man survives quietly.He rises before the sun has decided what kind of day it will be. He pulls on yesterday’s tired shoes, carries tomorrow’s worries in his pockets, and goes to work beneath the weight of bills, promises, and mouths that must be fed. No trumpets sound for him. No history book records…
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To Be—Anyway
To live or give up—that is the question.Is it better to keep taking every hit life throws,or to finally say, I’m doneand end the pain for good?Dying sounds like sleep—quiet, peaceful, no more stress,no more heartbreak, no more pretending everything is fine.But what if death is not the end?What if something comes after,and it is…
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What the Tree Said to the Acorn
“Little acorn, do not fear,Your growing season soon is here.Stretch your roots and reach up high—One day you’ll tickle clouds nearby!” Photo by Nathan Ansell on Unsplash
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The Timber Twosome
Old wooden sweethearts stood out in the grass,sharing one umbrella with weatherproof class.He leaned a bit crooked, she stayed by his side,both stiff as a board but beaming with pride.If rain started falling, they wouldn’t complain—they’ve probably been standing through decades of rain. Photo by T on Unsplash
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Suit of Armor
She walks as though she fears no fight,With sharpened words and eyes of night.Her shoulders square, her voice held low,So no one sees the hurt below.She wears her anger like a shield,A warning sign she will not yield.Her laughter rings both hard and bright,A blade she carries through the night.They call her cold, they call…
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