• The Black Box

    In shadows of my childhood, a tale unfolds,
    Of a fractured family, where sorrow molds.
    A black box whispers secrets long untold,
    A narrative of pain, in letters penned in gold.

    Tiny voices echoed in the paper’s embrace,
    Innocence scrawled, each heartfelt trace.
    “Daddy, where are you?” in a child’s grace,
    Penning pleas and dreams in a desperate chase.

    A brother’s memory, a phantom in the past,
    Gone at three months, a love that couldn’t last.
    His clothes, a reminder, in the box amassed,
    A tragedy’s echo, a life’s fleeting contrast.

    Mom and Dad, once entwined, love turned to strife,
    A broken bond, unraveling the threads of life.
    Divorce’s bitter aftermath, carving like a knife,
    Pain’s cruel dance, as they battled inner strife.

    Enter a new man, a chapter of despair,
    Abuse’s cold touch, a burden hard to bear.
    Fifteen years of shadows, a relentless snare,
    In a house of torment, where love was rare.

    In the dance of addiction, Dad lost his way,
    A little girl’s hero, fading to shades of gray.
    Baby pictures and letters, memories in disarray,
    In a black box, fragments of a yesterday.

    Letters pleading, a child’s silent scream,
    “Daddy, do you hear us?” in every desperate theme.
    Abandonment’s weight, a river of tears extreme,
    In the echoes of silence, love became a dream.

    Through the haze of addiction, love’s flame grew faint,
    In the heart of a child, an enduring plaint.
    A father lost, a bond left to taint,
    In the dance of shadows, a life left to acquaint.

    In the black box’s whispers, the past does unfurl,
    A symphony of sorrow in this broken world.
    Yet, within the pain, resilient spirits swirl,
    Hoping for healing in the journey’s twirl.

    Abigail J Stopka

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    • Wow! Abigail. This is so good. I am so sorry about all the hardships you and your family have endured. You are clearly strong and with a beautiful heart. Keep moving toward wherever there is light. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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  • A Cosmic Love

    In the cosmic dance of chance and fate,
    A story unfolds, a love so great.
    A Spectrum of colors, a call in the night,
    Where fate intervened, two worlds took flight.

    In the realm of pixels and data streams,
    A Spectrum call center, where reality gleams.
    As a troubleshooter, I entered the scene,
    Little did I know, fate was foreseen.

    In the sunshine state, where palm trees sway,
    Florida’s warmth met Ohio’s gray.
    A sweet voice on my line,
    A connection so divine.

    Fate had more in its grand design.
    Little did I know, she’d soon be mine,
    She insisted on more, a number to exchange,
    Feeding into destiny’s range.

    Two and a half years, our connection grew,
    Before I gave into her irresistible pursuit.
    A realization of self-discovery, coming to light,
    As I embraced the truth of my own unique sight.

    In the closet’s shadow, I found my way,
    Guided by fate’s hand, in the light of day.
    Coming out, my thoughts unfurled,
    She stood by my side, as I reshaped my world.

    Long-distance whispers across state lines,
    A love so deep, like vintage wines.
    Florida to Ohio, miles and miles apart,
    Yet, she captured my soul and entered my heart.

    Through video calls and messages, love took its place,
    A connection so strong, no distance can erase.
    Her laughter echoed through a virtual space,
    Serenading me in a symphony of love and unspoken grace.

    In her, I found a safe harbor, a haven of peace,
    Long-distance love, a sweet release.
    She, a lighthouse, guiding me through,
    In the vast ocean of love, our connection grew.

    Miles may stretch, but love knows no bounds,
    With the help of fate, our story resounds.
    A love that bridges the space and time,
    A testament to fate, beautifully sublime.

    Here’s to the place where it all began,
    Our fate smiled, as it crafted our unique plan.
    In the Spectrum of love, we found our place,
    A love story written by destiny’s grace.

    Abigail J. Stopka

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  • 2024 Goals, A Symphony of Love

    In the dawn of 2024, a canvas unfurls,
    With goals profound, like precious pearls.
    Self-love, like a compass, guiding my way,
    In the gentle embrace of a brand-new day.

    Within, I seek a love so deep,
    A promise to myself, a secret to keep.
    Mirror reflections, it is a start,
    Loving every piece of me, a work of art.

    In the tapestry of dreams, a vow I weave,
    To embrace imperfections and in them, believe.
    Stars in my soul, twinkling bright,
    I continue on this journey of self-love’s light.

    Acceptance, the bridge, to hearts that care,
    In 2024, love is in the air.
    No fortress of doubt, no walls to build,
    A dance with hearts, the space is filled.

    With open arms, I welcome the tides,
    Affection and warmth in love’s sweet strides.
    In this chapter, I choose to receive,
    Love’s symphony, in which to believe.

    Nurturing my mind, a garden of thought,
    Seeds of wisdom, lessons sought.
    Books and knowledge, like rain on soil,
    A fertile mind, a lifetime to uncoil.

    Learning and growing, expanding my view,
    In the vast expanse of the intellectual brew.
    A sanctuary of thoughts, a haven of peace,
    Nurturing my mind, the quest shall not cease.

    2024, a year of growth and bloom,
    A tapestry woven with lessons from the gloom.
    In self-love’s embrace, I find my might,
    Accepting love, like morning light.

    Nurturing my mind, a scholar’s quest,
    In the pages of wisdom, I am truly blessed.
    The mind, a garden, thoughts take flight,
    In the canvas of dreams, I find my light.

    So here’s to my 2024 journey, a story to tell,
    In the symphony of life, where dreams swell.
    I set my intentions, a heartfelt decree,
    For a year of love, growth, and wisdom, to be.

    Abigail J. Stopka

    Voting starts March 15, 2024 12:00am

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    • Abigail! This piece is amazing! I love this line: “Mirror reflections, it is a start,
      Loving every piece of me, a work of art.”

      I am excited to see what this year brings you. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3Lauren

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