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Forgiveness and a Peaceful Heart

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How do I forgive my father? Perhaps it happens in the quiet solitude of a dream. Do I forgive him for the times he was absent, too often, or even forever, when I was just a child? Maybe it’s for the times his anger took me by surprise, or for the unsettling calm when anger was nowhere to be found. Do I forgive him for choosing to marry, or not to marry my mother? Or for deciding to sever their union, or for letting it persist in its imperfect state? And should I absolve him for his extremes of affection … Continue reading Forgiveness and a Peaceful Heart

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Full of Soul

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In a world that craved my sight, they wished for me to be sightless. They yearned for the allure of my eyes yet desired them to be blind to the truths that lay bare before them. They sought the beauty of my gaze, but not the vision that came with it. They admired the fullness of my lips but recoiled at the weight of the words they formed. They longed for the softness of my speech yet shunned the hard truths that slipped from my tongue. They wanted the whispers of sweet nothings, but not the roar of political discourse. … Continue reading Full of Soul

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If we knew the last goodbye

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In the quiet threshold of fleeting moments, where time dances delicately on the edge of eternity, a profound realization settles like a gentle whisper in the heart. If only we could grasp the weight of finality in the fragile beauty of passing moments, we might hold tighter, love fiercer, and cherish deeper. If I knew that this is the last time you pass through this door, I would not let the moment slip away in the silent shadows of regret. I would reach out, embrace you with the tenderness of a thousand sunsets, imprinting the memory of your touch upon … Continue reading If we knew the last goodbye

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Prayer of love

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I am the verse that holds your name, a sacred melody that paints the sunset with our colors. I confess the pain of longing, the hope that heals, and the love that transcends imperfections. In the future-more-than-perfect, we walk hand in hand, shaping our dreams. To love is to change the very home of our souls, to live in each other’s embrace. Love is the prayer on our lips, the laughter in our souls, and the breath that respects each pause and hesitation. I carry your burdens on my shoulders, finding solace in the refuge of your skin. I want … Continue reading Prayer of love

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To a little black bird in my chest …

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I am writing for the little blackbird in my chest; she used to be a bluebird, with a throat made of honey, but now she smokes all my tar, and drinks all my wine. Once, she soared through the azure expanse of my soul, her song a symphony of sweetness, her wings aglow with the light of hope. Her melody wove through the chambers of my heart, a lullaby that brought solace to my weary spirit. But as the shadows lengthened and the world grew heavy, she turned to the bitter taste of tar, the suffocating embrace of smoke. Her … Continue reading To a little black bird in my chest …

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Madalena da Paz feelings

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All I have left of him is his scent, a fragile fragment of memory that I cradle in the palm of my hand. It’s a piece of cut cloth from what used to be our pillow, a relic of the days when our lives were intertwined, our dreams woven together in the fabric of our shared existence. Now, it’s all I have, wrapped in clear plastic to shield it from the ravages of time and the cruelty of the elements. He has left behind a tangle inside of me, a knot of emotions and longing that will take years to … Continue reading Madalena da Paz feelings