Tag: self-discovery
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Solitary
I sit alone beneath the waking sky,Yet, loneliness does not settle here.The wind brings stories through the trees,And sunlight rests warmly on my shoulders.In solitude, my thoughts grow quiet,Like clear water after rain.I hear the steady rhythm of my heartAnd remember that my own company is enough.No crowd is needed for joy to bloom;No voice…
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Loving Blind
They say love is blind.I don’t think that’s true.I think love sees everything—the cracks,the excuses,the trembling hands,the promises stitched together with loose thread…and whispers,”Maybe this time.”Because loving blind isn’t about missing the warning signs.It’s about believingthey’re just temporary.It’s convincing yourselfthat red flags are only sunsetsif you squint hard enough.It’s saying,”I know who they could be,”while…
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The Space Between
Between hope and certainty stretches a quiet sea,Where dreams wear fragile wings and drift uncertainly.The horizon glimmers with a promise not yet known,A path of whispered maybes where courage walks alone.Hope plants its tender lantern in the gathering night,While certainty waits distant, clothed in steady light.Each step becomes a question the heart still dares to…
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Thief of Joy
Comparison whispers, stealing light,Turning day into restless night.It counts another’s gold as proof,While missing all your own roof.It paints their world in perfect hue,Then fades the colors right from you.It measures life by treasure’s pace,And leaves you lost in endless chase.So guard your heart, refuse its ploy—For envy is the thief of joy. Photo by…
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Friday Favorites: I Will Not Die an Unlived Life
by Dawna Markova I will not die an unlived life.I will not live in fearof falling or catching fire.I choose to inhabit my days,to allow my living to open me,to make me less afraid,more accessible;to loosen my heartuntil it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.I choose to risk my significance;to live so that which…
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Still, She Is
She wakes before the world is ready and carries the day anyway. She learns early how to hold two truths at once: strength and softness, fear and resolve. She becomes fluent in adaptation—not because she wants to, but because life keeps asking. She is not extraordinary because she never breaks. She is extraordinary because she…
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A POEM A DAY 225
A Woman Now In you I was afraid of losing meLosing me in The shallows of your bluesLosing me in The baby-powder softness of your skinLosing me in The southern cadence of your speechLosing me in The velveteen of your touchLosing me in The sweet nothings that fell from your lipsI am not the girl…
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SOUL-SKIN
Have you ever felt like you know something about yourself intrinsically but didn’t know it on a conscious level? Then one day, a day like the many that have come and gone, you have a self-realized moment. In that moment, it is like someone switched the light on and a revelation fell from the sky.…
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A POEM A DAY 186
LOST PIECES In shadows deep, where hearts do roam,There dwells a woman, not alone.With gentle hands and soothing grace,She seeks out broken souls to embrace.A healer born, with empathy’s touch,She mends the wounded, broken and such.But in her quest to make them whole,She loses pieces of her soul.Each broken heart she tries to mend,Leaves her…
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A POEM A DAY 171
OF SOLITUDE I miss the peace I miss the quiet Of solitude Nature beacons me Into her embrace She reminds me Of the winds gentleness And the sound of the leaves As they rustle from his touch And the pitter-patter sound of the rain As it touches all in its path With greetings and refreshment…
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