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Forgive me

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Forgive me, for I failed to heed your gentle call, In the silence, I feared abandonment’s cruel thrall. I longed for thunderous proclamations, a resounding decree, a clear bell tolling, a call that would set me free. In my anguish, I raged and wept, lost in the void, the deafening silence, my senses left destroyed. Why did you not make your presence known to me? I strained to hear, yet your whisper eluded my plea. In my arrogance, I overlooked your subtle grace, blinded by my yearning for a louder, bolder embrace. But the silence was not void, not a … Continue reading Forgive me

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Do you believe in the impossible?

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Do you believe in the impossible? Do you believe in the impossible? A child raised in a violent home, turning out to be the most loving creature of all. Do you believe in the impossible? Learning to write at age 55 only to write your memoirs before illness takes you away? Do you believe modern individuals of an anesthetized society? Can you possibly see further than you can reach in order to grab, grab something from me? Do you believe this world is not out to get you? I was kicking boys, and making girls cry once. Now every time … Continue reading Do you believe in the impossible?

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Something to be thankful for

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I sincerely hope that, today and every day, each and everyone finds something for which to be thankful. Many people struggle at this time of year because there is something or someone missing in their lives. I most certainly empathize with those people, as we can all find something that we lack and are missing in our lives.What about the people and things DO have in your lives? If you focus on what have, instead of what you do not have, in your life, your outlook on life is a bit sweeter. I truly wish you a cup filled with … Continue reading Something to be thankful for

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Happy 2024!

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May every dawn be a sacred moment, a chance to bow in humble gratitude for the abundance that surrounds me. For the shelter that enfolds me, the warmth of family, the vitality of a healthy body, and the flawed beauty of my mind. For the treasures of my talents, and the simple sustenance of a nourishing meal. May I never forget the richness of these blessings and may my heart overflow with thankfulness at the break of each new day. And as the night descends, may I seek out a glimmer of light, a breath of tranquility, and a wellspring … Continue reading Happy 2024!

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Time, my cordial friend

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Time, that relentless traveler, passes without discrimination, touching the lives of all in its wake. Yet, maturity, that elusive companion, selects its confidants with discerning care. Maturity, a maiden adorned with the marks of time, wears her wrinkles proudly, a testament to the journeys she has undertaken. Her eyes, wearied by the weight of experience, gaze upon the world with a wisdom born of countless seasons. Clad in unassuming attire, she carries herself with a quiet grace, her uncolored clothes a reflection of her understated elegance. Beneath her weathered exterior, beats a heart that refuses to yield to the ceaseless … Continue reading Time, my cordial friend

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Imperfect dance of life

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In the imperfect dance of life, I have come to realize that perfection is but a distant dream, and that both I and the world are flawed in our own beautiful ways. I have learned that fairytales are but illusions, and that hurt, pain, and disappointment are inevitable companions in this journey called life. As I navigate through the uncertainties of existence, I find myself grappling with the need to temper my expectations, to release the weight of worry that has settled in my mind after enduring life’s relentless blows. It is a natural instinct to shield ourselves from harm, … Continue reading Imperfect dance of life

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Your touch has sparked entire worlds and loves within me

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Your touch, like a painter’s brush, created entire worlds and loves within me. With each gentle caress, you breathed life into the depths of my soul, igniting a fire that burned with passion and desire. Your fingertips traced constellations across my skin, weaving stories of love and longing, of dreams and desires. In the warmth of your embrace, I found myself lost in a universe of emotions, swirling, and colliding like stars in the night sky. Your touch awakened dormant galaxies within me, sparking a cosmic symphony of love and connection that echoed through the very fabric of my being. … Continue reading Your touch has sparked entire worlds and loves within me

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My soul …

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In the quiet chambers of my soul, there resides a human-shaped hole, a space that echoes with the stories of those who have crossed my path. Each encounter has left an indelible mark, a story etched upon the tapestry of my heart. With every person I’ve met, a piece of my being has been woven into the fabric of their lives, and in turn, a fragment of my heart has journeyed with them. These stories, like whispers in the wind, have imprinted themselves upon my soul, leaving an intricate mosaic of shared experiences and fleeting connections. Each tale is a … Continue reading My soul …

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In this moment, I am whole …

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How can I love where I’m going if I hate where I come from? How can I envision and manifest a magnificent future, if I can’t even appreciate and love who, what, and where I am now? With humility, I learn to embrace the essence of my being, to understand the intricacies of my past, and to let go of the illusions that bind me. In the gentle embrace of gratitude, I find solace and strength. In the depths of my heart, I discover the courage to love and accept every facet of my existence. I learn to cherish the … Continue reading In this moment, I am whole …

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Mother II

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Mother, I carry within me the weight of unburied pasts, memories that linger like shadows in the night. Some nights, your daughter feels as if she is tearing herself apart, the pain and sorrow threatening to consume her. But in the morning light, she finds the strength to piece herself back together, to heal the wounds that still ache. I may be a mosaic of broken pieces, but I am also a masterpiece in the making. The scars I bear are a testament to the battles I have fought and the resilience that resides within me. I may not have … Continue reading Mother II