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You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you …

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You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you, for their inability to see your worth is a burden they carry, not a reflection of your own light. You are the sum of all generous people who love you, whose warmth and kindness have woven a tapestry of love around your soul. You are the laughter that echoes in the hearts of those who cherish you, the embrace that brings solace to weary spirits. In the mosaic of life, your essence is painted with the hues of compassion, kindness, and empathy. You are not defined by the … Continue reading You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you …

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Let me see your happiness …

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Let me address your dreams, your passion, and your desires with the tender touch of success, so I can savor the sweet nectar of your happiness. In the garden of your aspirations, let me be the diligent gardener, nurturing the seeds of your ambitions and tending to the delicate blossoms of your hopes. I long to see the radiant glow of fulfillment light up your eyes, to witness the dance of joy that sweeps across your soul when your dreams take flight. Your happiness is a melody that resonates in the depths of my being, and I yearn to be … Continue reading Let me see your happiness …

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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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Where is your other you?

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Where is your other you? In the wall? The furniture? The ceiling? I leaned over your face, sure of myself, as if I were a mirror, and sadly searched for you. But that, too, was to no avail, like everything else. In the stillness of the room, I sought the echo of your essence, the lingering imprint of your presence. I traced the contours of the walls, hoping to find the whispers of your soul woven into the very fabric of the space. Yet, all I found were silent witnesses, bearing no trace of your elusive spirit. I turned to … Continue reading Where is your other you?

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My home …

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My home is a shrine to my womanliness, a sanctuary where my essence is woven into every corner and crevice. It is a tapestry of textures, art, books, and photographs, a symphony of patterns that dance together to please my senses and reflect the depths of my being. Just as my home is an extension of my desires, a manifestation of my eclectic mix of wants, needs, and passions, my soul is a kaleidoscope of emotions, joys, and unresolved pain. Each desire stands as a testament to my journey, telling its own compelling story and propelling me toward love and … Continue reading My home …

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I lost myself …

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I lost myself between the heavy lines of traffic and the song playing on the radio. The rain triggered me to pull away from myself and everything else around. In the middle of the stoplight and the go signal, where I am challenged to go deeper into something else. In the meadows of what ifs and what is. In the clear blue skies where the sunlight burns the ends of my soul. At the gate of holiness where faith and truth lie clear. At the books where I am taught to imagine and that everything, I can think of is … Continue reading I lost myself …

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Embrace the strength of your own warmth

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Remember how your mother kept her bones warm on nights when your father was far away. She wrapped herself in the comfort of her own strength, refusing to let the chill of loneliness seep into her bones. Do not love a man who keeps you clinging to the pillow for too many nights, yearning for his presence to fill the void in your heart. Stay away from men who peel the skin of other women, forcing you to wear their scars as your own. Remember how your mother struggled to find her skin in the pile, piecing herself back together … Continue reading Embrace the strength of your own warmth

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Some days are so hard …

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And on some days, I break. The weight of the world bears down upon me, and I falter under the burden of my own existence. The cracks in my spirit widen, and I feel the pieces of my resolve crumbling beneath the relentless pressure. But on some days, I try again. I gather the fragments of my shattered spirit, and with trembling hands, I piece them back together. I summon the strength to rise from the ashes of my despair, to defy the darkness that threatens to consume me. And on those days, I find the courage to face the … Continue reading Some days are so hard …

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There are things we come back to …

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There are threads that pull us back, anchors that tether our souls to the moments that resonate with the deepest parts of our being. There are people who etch themselves into the very fabric of our existence, weaving themselves into the tapestry of our hearts, leaving an indelible mark that time cannot erase. There are places that beckon us, whispering secrets of nostalgia and familiarity, where the air hums with the melody of memories and the sighs of belonging. These are the places that sing and sigh, where every corner holds a story and every cobblestone whispers of bygone days. … Continue reading There are things we come back to …

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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?