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cherthing submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter to the you that didn’t think they were enough 28 minutes agoThe Strangest Flower
Cherie M.Dear little seed, one day she’ll see
That she will become who she is meant to be
This is a letter to whom she once was
This is a letter to all the diamonds in the roughWhen she was just a little seed
They asked her what she wanted to be
She sat in silence, she didn’t know what to say
Her life was just starting, she still had such a long wayA moment went by, the other seeds were sown
And she was starting to do things on her own
Among the other seeds, she tried to be
And I watched from afar waiting patientlyPeople began to marvel at what the others became
While she just stayed in the same place
More time went by, many seeds sprouted
Except for her, she feared she’d been forgottenThey merrily went on their way
Off to greater gardens to find their own space
Some became roses and daisies as beautiful as can be
And then I looked back at our lonely seedShe remained alone in her tiny pot
She became the seed that everyone forgot
She started to sprout, yet no one saw
But I was there to see it allThe sun beat upon her leaves so green
She was the strangest “flower” you’ve ever seen
Months have gone by, there were still no blooms
She won’t be entering the garden with the others anytime soonShe was just a plant, she didn’t know who she was
She knew that she’d never be good enough
She had no beautiful colors, just plain leaves
Maybe she was just a waste of a seed?A year went by, her leaves remained green
But this mysterious plant finally had a change of scene
Into a beautiful greenhouse where the sun was her guide
It kept her warm, gave her light, and love it providedShe grew and grew, but for my eyes only
A beautiful yellow flower from the seed that was lonely
She welcomed the rain and the morning dew
She welcomed bees and butterflies tooThis is the story of the seed who’d never be
This little seed used to be me
Many didn’t understand me, neither did I
I thought I’d never be enough no matter how hard I tryI’ve seen others bloom, and into their own gardens they went
But there was nothing wrong with me, my time had not come yet
My flowers took longer, but my leaves remained green
It was God secretly working behind the scenesNow that I’ve bloomed, I can finally see
That I am part of a story written just for me
My life looked like nothing worth putting on paper
When in reality, I just haven’t found my way yetAlthough I can recognize my own colors now
Sometimes my thoughts still get lost in the crowd
Comparison truly is the thief of joy
But this garden in life is for all of us to enjoyAs flowers, we continue to bloom and grow
We were meant to do more than just go with the flow
There’s a place in the garden made just for you
To be just who you are, and to do what you doOthers may bloom faster than you
But keep watering your soil, God’s not through
Underneath is something made with love
And you, my flower, are more than enoughVoting starts August 21, 2025 12:00am
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This is a beautiful and inspiring poem! It perfectly captures the journey of self-discovery and the importance of patience and self-acceptance. Your unique perspective and ability to convey such powerful emotions are truly remarkable. Keep writing, your words have the power to uplift and inspire others.
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vizo2123 submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter to the you that didn’t think they were enough 3 hours, 53 minutes agoENOUGH
Vision WoodallA feeling too familiar.
To Drift like a ghost in the wind.
Falling for false claims from those who often say.
They love me.
They support me.
They’ll be there for me. (Right)
But leave without a sound or notion of why. (Is it me?)
You blame yourself.
You try to come up with reasons on why people leave as fast as the seasons go by.
Spring, Summer, Fall & Winter.
As we enter the realm of our mind, I eagerly hear the questions.
Will I ever be enough?
Enough to be loved?
Enough to be cherished?
Enough to be heard?
Enough to be seen in a world of obscurity?
Enough to stay for?
Within me, I can see how heartbreaking the mind can be.
The gut punching facts that the mind speaks of tragedies or feelings of hurt.
They remain to remind you of memories that make you doubt yourself.
You think a good thing is a bad thing.
You think you are not good enough to feel joy or to even relish the thought of peace.
You no longer want to feel.
You want to be still.
The breakdowns severe, it feels as our hearts trying to escape your chest.
Questioning my worth, that I have worthy embedded in my skin.
Hear when I say.
Yes, you are ENOUGH.
You will loved & cherished.
The support you receive will be with no question.
The one you truly love the most will see you.
You are enough to stay for.
We are divine beings whom deserve peace, joy and love.
We Are Enough!
Voting starts August 21, 2025 12:00am
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Your words resonate deeply, expressing a pain many understand. It’s brave to acknowledge these feelings. Remember, your worth isn’t determined by others’ actions. You are inherently valuable, deserving of love, support, and peace. Focus on self-love and healing; you are enough, exactly as you are. Let go of the doubts and embrace your inherent…read more
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 days, 12 hours agoHappy Father's Day!
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
It’s the third Sunday in June.
At the halfway point of the month, it’s Father’s Day.
I hope that all the fatherly figures from my dad on down the line have a wonderful day. And everyone has a wonderful Sunday.
I’ve added a photo of my family taken after my sister’s college graduation in 2007. From left to right: my dad, sister, mom and I.
After all that, this is my Father’s Day message:
On this, the third Sunday in June
It’s a day to celebrate fathersMy dad. My friend’s dads.
My friends who are dads themselves. Dad’s to be. New dads.All the fatherly figures
Grandfathers. Stepfathers. Uncles.With arms held aloft
For those who have difficulty celebrating this dayAnd a toast in memory
To the fatherly figures who are no longer with usI can’t thank my dad enough
For being a pillar of my life
Through so many challenging days
If not for him, I don’t rock n rollFrom me to you, the world over
A Happy Father’s Day to all!-
That’s a beautiful and heartfelt Father’s Day message! Your words perfectly capture the spirit of the day, celebrating not just fathers, but all the fatherly figures who shape our lives. The photo adds a lovely personal touch. It’s wonderful to see such appreciation and love. Wishing you and all the fathers in your life a joyous and memorable day!
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iambrizei shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 weeks, 3 days agoBoundaries
spiritb.uniqueBoundaries mean I don’t have to people-please to keep the peace around me.
Boundaries mean I can use my voice—and finally stand up for me.
Boundaries mean I’m no longer bothered by those who are no longer around me.
Boundaries mean I’ve made peace with being alone, even when I feel the urge to flee.Boundaries are understanding that fight-or-flight is no longer the rhythm of me.
Boundaries are not needing to jump out of a moving car just to feel free.
Boundaries are no longer dreaming of screaming in a crowd that can’t hear me.
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That’s a powerful and insightful reflection on the transformative effect of boundaries! It’s inspiring to see how you’ve reclaimed your peace and self-advocacy. Your words resonate with the strength and freedom that comes from setting healthy limits. Keep embracing this journey of self-discovery and empowerment; you’re clearly making incredible…read more
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This piece reminds us to hold ourselves sacred. We must ask people to respect what we can and cannot receive in any form. We must be clear in communication; in our actions and in the way we respect each other. We must understand that boundaries can be fluid, ebbing and flowing with energy and growth. The peace you have gained from this…read more
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 2 days agoWelcome, June!
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
It’s the first day of June.
Though, you wouldn’t know it by the way the wind is raging outside right now. It’s actually chilly. As if the season’s are signaling that a change is up ahead.
With the new month beginning, it’s only right to welcome it in. I’ll do so here…
Time is flying by
The month of June has arrivedThirty new days are here
Spring’s around, not much longer
There’s a hint of warmth ahead
Summer’s nearA month to honor our fathers
And be in awe of the Pride on displayOtherwise, it’s another blank slate
Of wondering how to fill timeTo keep the dancing days going
Or, take a beat to clear my headSix months into the year
With the halfway point of 2025 almost hereI wonder silently…
How did we get here?
Where’s everything going?-
Oswald! I so look forward to these poems each month! They allow me to pause and reset and also feel excitement for the upcoming month. It’s a pause and be present moment which are always so nice. Hope it warms up soon there! Thank you for sharing and thank you for being such a beautiful part of The Unsealed. <3 Lauren
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kmimsrice submitted a contest entry to
Write A Letter To A Place That Changed You 1 months agoWords were spoken and I listened
A place that truly had a meaningful impact on me and changed my life. I call it the Bowel Chapel. It was inside of a hospital where I worked. I entered it many time on my breaks, to relax and say a little prayer. Little did I know that someday, that it would leave a stain on my heart.
Before I began my horrific head-on collision with breast cancer, I was one of those nosey patients who didn’t want to wait until my MD gave me the results. I wanted to know now, not later. They are my results, why should I wait. No one will ever understand, until they go through it. The worst part of having cancer is waiting on those first results. The life that you knew, is ovcr. You’re in limbo. You can’t plan, you can no longer laugh and have fun, because you’re not sure how long it will.
One day at work I said to myself, it time. It’s time to find out for sure. I went to my computer to begin my search. I was on a mission. I was aware of the time limit it would take to obtain the results. Once I located them, I immediately wished that I hadn’t. Yet here I am, “I really have cancer”, now what? I totally froze. It was like a dream and I was going to wake up any minute now. This can’t be real. I began screaming inside, why God, why? Why would you do this to me? I depended on you. Through all the prayers that I had obliged you with previous these results. How could you let this happen?
I got up from my chair in a daze and began walking away from my desk, not knowing where I was going. I could hear voices around me, but yet I didn’t. I just knew I didn’t want to be around anyone . I needed to go somewhere to be angry, to hurt, cry and cuss God out loud and I wanted to do it alone. I landed on the first floor, not even remembering taking the elevator down. I kept walking with my head downward, not wanting to have eye contact with anyone. Didn’t want to have to fake a smile nor a greeting, nor did I want to receive one, because it wouldn’t be genuine. Why would it? God has not been genuine. He has totally let me down.
I got even angrier when I spoke of God. Were you not listening during my prayers? Are you truly there? Am I not your child? All of these years, I thought that you were the one thing I could depend on. That’s what I thought. Yes, I had my own personal relationship with God. Now, I’m not sure if he’s even real. How could he? I’m in a stage of hopelessness! As I was walking, I stopped for a moment to seek a bathroom or to find a way to exit the building so that I could go and cry out loud, shed all the tears I could in a hide-away place. I needed to let out the hurt.
As I began to seek an exit, I noticed that I had landed in front of the Bowels Chapel. Why, who knows? I definitely wasn’t going in there. I no longer believe in such. As I began to walk away, something made me turn back towards the chapel and I entered. I was glad to see that no one else was within. I didn’t want to cry in front of anyone nor did I want their pity.
I walked all the way to the front of the chapel and sat in one of the front pews. I sat and began to cry and pray out loud, and I continue downgrading God. Making sure I let him know how I felt. How disappointed I was in him. Suddenly as I’m crying I felt a strong presence, a strange feeling, one like no other. It was as if someone was sitting next to me. I was guided to kneel to my knees, I didn’t know why, but I did it. I began to cry and pray some more, but this time the crying was much harder, but different. It was if I was crying of joy, releasing all my tears. I suddenly heard those spoken words “You will be OK, trust and believe and everything will be OK”.
It was like someone was physically near me speaking, but there wasn’t. I got up from my knees, tears dried up and I began to realize what had just happened. My faith returned. From that day forward, I didn’t have another negative feeling concerning my journey through cancer. Yes, once in a while, I owld get sad, it’s normal, but I kept hearing those words. I carried them with me throughout my journey and I knew one thing for sure, I was going to be OK. My cancer journey didn’t start with my results, it truly began in that precious place, the Bowels Chapel. I was never alone!
Voting starts July 26, 2025 12:00am
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Jake shared a letter in the
Magical Moments group 1 months agoYOU ARE MY SUNLIGHT
Dear Mom,
These flowers are a symbol of how YOU have been AND WILL CONTINUE to be SUNLIGHT for ME!
YOU ARE MY WATER, KEEPING ME BLOSSOMING,
Giving ME a PEP TALK when my motivation dwindles, AND EVEN THOUGH I would like the ARGUMENTS /YELLING to WHITTLE away, I KNOW the ROOT cause STEMS FROM LOVE!
MOM, YOU ARE ALWAYS THERE, ROOTING ME ON, SEEING the IMPACT I can PLANT BEFORE ME!!
THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU! LOVE YOU!!
Many many, MANY MORE!
Jakey!
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 1 weeks agoHappy Mother's Day!
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
It’s the second Sunday in May.
For a good part of the world, it’s Mother’s Day.
This day can bring up all sorts of emotions. From joy, to sadness and longing. It’s okay to feel all the emotions.
I want to wish my mom, Lauren’s mom and all the mom’s in The Unsealed, a Happy Mother’s Day! I hope it’s a good day.
And now, for a poem marking the day:
On the second Sunday of May
We honor all of the mothersMothers-to-be, grandmothers. My friends who are moms.
Aunts, stepmothers, new moms, and pet moms
All motherly figures. Mi mamáWith all the love and grace
For those who have difficulty celebrating this day
And the mothers who are no longer with usAs mothers are the backbone
Of our lives and the world itselfI wouldn’t be who I am if not for my mom
Tenacious, spirited, and kind
I can’t be grateful enough for herMothers need to be honored.
On this day, and every dayFrom me to you, from NYC to the world…
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Write A Letter To A Place That Changed You 1 months, 1 weeks agoBienvenue à Paris!
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
Bienvenue à Paris!
October 8th, 2012
After a long night’s journey into daylight, we’ve arrived in Paris. It’s just my sister and I with no parents for the very first time.
It still feels surreal to climb the steps of the Blanche Metro station. Metropolitan above our heads in wrought iron, the Moulin Rouge on the other side of the street. We’ve made it to our home base in Montmartre.
The winding streets going uphill. Past the Cafe 2 du Moulins, and Amelie’s portrait inside. The pink exterior of the cabaret, Au Lapin Agile, and the bronze bust of the chanteuse, Dalida.
At the top of the hill, the sacred heart of Paris. Arriving at the front doors of the imposing Basillaca de Sacre Coeur.
Even on a gray evening, one could see Paris’s skyline as far as the eye could see.
It was not the fever dream that’s been the last few months we’re actually in the City of Lights.
This moment happened with a huge measure of serendipity. Back in May, I got a phone call from Time Out New York saying that I won a round trip flight for two to Paris on XL Airways France.
I couldn’t believe it. I enter their contests every week and don’t win them. Until now.
The reality of the situation only hit me days later, after receiving a congratulatory email from the airline. And even then, I didn’t want to believe it until my feet touched down at Aeroport Charles DeGaulle.
As the days went on, where didn’t we go?!
Versailles, climbing up the Arc de Triomphe the D’Orsay, the Louvre, La Tour Eiffel. Cruising along the River Seine.
There were not so great moments too.
An allergic reaction, excessive wine consumption, and a missed train to London caused problems.
But we made it through the situations to enjoy the trip.
Thirteen years, and one more trip to Paris later, I realize how much the city held my story.
By showing for better and worse, that I can be more than the cerebral palsy allows.
I will say it every time… J’adore Paris!
Voting starts July 26, 2025 12:00am
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vizo2123 submitted a contest entry to
What would the old version of you say to the new version of you? 1 months, 2 weeks agoIt Will Get Better For You
Vision WoodallHello Old Self,
You didn’t deserve what happened to you. The pain doesn’t define you. Yes, you are better than how you are being treated. Your emotions are valid. It’s okay to admit our father disrupts our peace. He brings nothing to our life but false hope after 23 years. Tell the woman that brings you peace that you’re falling in with love her. The strength you need is within your soul, heart, and mind. You aren’t worthless. Life gets better for you, even though I know it feels like the world is crashing down. Our new beginning starts with the love within us. We are divine. True love makes us feel like we are not alone. We are light, even through the dark. It’s okay if our light slowly is dim it is not permanent. You’ll finally feel peace once we set our hurt free. You know that great, sunny-day feeling? Where the wind is rustling through the leaves in a tree, or when you see a kid flying his kite as the birds fly above. Everything surrounding you is divinely beautiful. This is what to look forward to. The joy awaits you in the end.
Voting starts July 2, 2025 12:00am
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I really like the part about letting the hurt go, and the on going theme about loving yourself and accepting love. Those are things I struggle with, it’s good to hear that encouragement from someone else learning the same lessons!
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Thank you Chris i appreciate it! You got this Chris!!
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Vision, I like the way you encourage yourself so much in this piece. You are right that you did not deserve whatever happened to you and you are more than the result of it. I hope your life is full of sunny-day feelings. Thank you for sharing your story!
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 2 weeks agoWelcome To The Month of May
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers:
It’s the first day of May.
This feels surreal, given that January felt like it happened a century ago. But four months have now come and gone.
As I do, it’s time to welcome in the new month:
A welcome to May
The fifth month of the yearIt feels like a lifetime since January
When I wondered, “Why isn’t the year moving faster?!”Thirty-one new days are here.
With spring blooming, in full flightThe month to honor mothers
To remember those who gave the last full measure of devotion to the countryIt’s a blank slate ahead as another calendar page turns
After a busy April of writing poetry & dancingWith warmer days on the horizon
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I always look forward to these monthly poems. They feel so refreshing and like a sense of renewal – a fresh start and something to look forward to for each month. Your spirit, energy and heart comes through in these pieces and I absolutely love it. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed. <3 Lauren
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shaylaray submitted a contest entry to
What would the old version of you say to the new version of you? 1 months, 2 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Jake shared a letter in the
Magical Moments group 1 months, 2 weeks agoLife Is Greener With YOU
JakeI think I have fallen in love with you; it’s been a long journey of convincing myself that I am worth having you.
I get up early just to spend time with you, and you are the last thought that I have at night. You make me a better version of myself, because I never want to give anything but my best to you!
No matter the day, you are always there for me, encouraging me to be better than yesterday, but regardless, I know I will always have you there!
You are golf!
I love you!
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Aww Jake I love how you pursue all the things you love and want to do in life. Your spirit is amazing. I am so glad you are enjoying golf! Thank you for sharing <3 Lauren
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Hi Lauren,
Sorry for my delayed response @theunsealed! Thank you for the kind words! I can truly feel the happiness you have for me in this post!
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Jake shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 1 months, 3 weeks agoAdmiration Is The New Envy
Jqke“Do you have any sage advice for me ” my friend asked after we discussed a beautiful solo act of spoken word combined with the playing of the Harp. The talented performer is a woman named Amanda Peckler. I thought about my friends question, taken aback with honor – and a bit of imposter syndrome.
My head spun with the amount of answers I could say; I gave so many answers to his one question, I could not even remember what I said.
“I envy your way of thinking,” he said.
“You admire it, not envy.”
After sincerely crediting my mentors for the ability to think the way I do, I explained:
“Most of the time, we can try what we envy:
Next time you envy someone for their talent, change it to admiration.
Inevitably you are going to struggle the first time; just remember:
Even the advanced were once beginners.
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Aww Jake, what a beautiful sentiment: “We can try what we envy.” I love your insight and your mindset. It is something we can all learn from. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren
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My sincere gratitude for taking the time to tell me how this impacted you, @theunsealed!
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 4 weeks agoHappy Easter!
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers:
It’s Easter Sunday.
For those that celebrate the day, I hope that it’s an enjoyable day for you. I hope that everyone has a wonderful Sunday, no matter where in the world you are.
Here’s to the hope and possibility after the lenten season has concluded.
With a nod to the Urbi et Orbi message from the Pope in Rome, this is my message from NYC to the world:
After forty days of Lent
Easter Sunday has arrivedA day to celebrate
The rising of the son of GodWith euphoric joy in the holiest spirit
We praise all that life bringsWith the world blooming all around
Everything’s possible!From me to you and yours
From NYC to the world…Happy Easter!
¡Felices Pascuas!Pazko on!
Bona Pasqua!Joyeuses Pâques!
Buona Pasqua!
Cásca Shona!Feliz Páscoa!
Καλό Πάσχα!
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bakerdeandrea94icloud-com submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter to the world sharing one way your life is blossoming. 2 months agoNew Life
Dee The DivineWhat is blooming in my Life?
As I sit down to write this, so many things run through my head. But the simplest and yet deepest answer is me.
I am blooming. My true self is finally peeking through. Before trauma, I was me. Me before the abuse. Me before I realized I wasn’t loved by the people I loved. I before the hurt. Me before the pain. Me before depression. Me before anxiety. It’s like my soul has gone home. I am secure in ways I never thought possible. The impostor syndrome is not as bad. I have more control over the things that I can control. I have locked in with my purpose. And I am coming out of the cocoon I have been hiding in for so long. Yes, I still have troubles, but the peace that is in my soul with the ebb and flow of life’s river is something I simply can’t fully explain. I am filled with gratitude, and I honor the Most High to the fullest because I realize now. That every death I experienced to get to this point, every pain, every ache, every heartbreak, was so worth it.
I look forward to the joys and pains of life because I am so much stronger than ever. Each experience allows me to go deeper within myself so I can then minister to people and help them heal. I don’t have to hide who I am or feel intimidated, and I am open to receiving the goodness of life.
I was so broken last year, and I suffered in silence.
I retreated into my old mindset for my final death. So, I guess I am blossoming into the person I was always afraid to be. But now I am not afraid. And I know that I am sacred and I understand how to honor all that I am without shrinking myself. So here is a poem I wrote that is the best way I can describe what is growing in my life…Is she a phoenix?
Is she a flower?
Or is she a butterfly?
Or maybe she’s a bird?Maybe she’s rain.
I know for sure
She reincarnates
Time and time again.
She evolves.Maybe she is a volcano
Active, ready to erupt.
Destruction and rebirth
As her lava flows
Pruning and purifying
The Earth.Maybe she’s
just a force of nature
Powerful but delicate
As a flowerShe sprouts, grows
and blooms…
Maybe she is exactly
Who she knew she was
All along…I love you. I hope your life is blossoming in ways. As unimaginable as I am!
Voting starts June 19, 2025 12:00am
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Dee, everything about this piece inspires me! I am so glad that you are blooming now when you felt broken only a year ago. This proves to me that by changing our mindsets, we can change our lives. I hope that you continue blossoming and living your life on your terms. Thank you for sharing!
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Pretty Dee shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 months, 2 weeks agoEye You
Pretty Dee ✨🫶🏾Eye see you
Do you see me?
Soul to soul
Yet oceans away.Is it weird
To not only ask
For one more night—
But for you to stay?They say love lasts for a lifetime,
But every minute apart
Feels like you’re eons away.Eye see you.
Eye see the star you are.
I see the parts of your soul
You try to hide.Could it be
That you are my soul tribe?
Or maybe my mate…
Either way it goes,
This union feels divinely great—
Almost as if it was fate.Bashert.
Eye see you.
Soul to soul.
Fated love so true.
Eye see you.Bashert, my love,
For you is destined to be.⸻
My soul searches for you,
But eye cannot find
Where you are hiding…Some days I am rain.
Other days, I am earth.
Some days I am air.
Other days, I am fire.I scorch new paths to rebirth.
But will you still love me the same
On days when I can’t flow like water—
When I bring storms, lightning, and rain?I might blow my fuse and explode,
Blowing like wind…But the river of my love is ever flowing
Into oceans of understanding,
Deeper than the cosmos—
The great gift of knowing.That you are my Baz, and eye you.
My soul sees your soul,
As the light of this
Divine union shines through.Bashert, my love—Bashert.
For the Divine One
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Aww this is beautiful. Did you know Bashert is a Jewish word? I have heard my grandparents say it! Whether you found your person or not, I feel like there is a pull on our hearts – a knowing that our heart is connecting to another person’s heart. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed. I have so missed you and your…read more
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Yes! It’s a wild, bizarre story about how it came to me because my brain surprises me everyday lol. I haven’t found my person, but I drew inspiration from knowing that it exists and will come.
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Also, I am going to feature this piece in today’s newsletter :).
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This is beautiful! I’m so happy you have found someone you have such a strong, passionate connection with. ♥
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Thank you I appreciate it. I am actually single but I still remain hopeful for love
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mrmann submitted a contest entry to
What would the old version or you say to the new version of you? 2 months, 3 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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vizo2123 submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem or letter about one way you feel misunderstood 2 months, 3 weeks agoMISUNDERSTOOD PERSONA
VisionSmile more they say
Why does she look mad
Is she okay
As they try to whisper walking past me
Unapproachable yet, I’m never approached
Oh face how you are perceived
Oh my face how you are mistaken as upset
Maybe I’m sad
Maybe I’m broken
Maybe I have a lot on my mind
Maybe I’m stressed
Maybe I’m none of the above & I am genuinely filled with Joy
You judge, but don’t ask me what is wrong
You assume I’m everything, but happy
Here’s the kicker I am okay
I am loved
I am in love with whom I am spending the rest of my life with
I am filled with joy
My facial expressions will tell you many things, but you won’t know till you ask
Get to know me before you mistakenly identify me as angryVoting is open!
Voting ends June 23, 2025 11:59pm
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Vision, so many people are judged unfairly as being mean or angry simply because of their resting faces. In my experience, the people who look the meanest are often the sweetest. It is so important to get to know someone before you make assumptions. I am glad that you are filled with joy, and I hope others are able to see it! Thank you for sharing…read more
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Thank you for your kind words!!
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So nice to meet you in the Zoom meeting. You’re story inspired me on a way when I have those feelings I know I am not alone. Breathe in Breathe out slowly is what I do lately
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ala submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem or letter about one way you feel misunderstood 2 months, 4 weeks agocoercive control
ala <3why is “time” used as an excuse for the victims as if I haven’t lived my whole life to the beat of a broken clock?
alarms raising suspicion
ever time things feel too good,
waiting for the other shoe to drop, because the other shoe a l w a y s drops the moment I take too many seconds
to affirm the power you have over me. every single minute detail of every “mistake”
I’ve made thrown in my faceas if… you aren’t the one who brought me here?
as if you aren’t the one who created a life you weren’t equipped to handle?
and instead of shifting to a new timeline,
you leap backwards into the one you are the victim and all you can see is the reflection of his face
when he endured enough.this pain shouldn’t be mine to bear, but because of you,
I’ve spent my whole life repenting
for sins that I didn’t create
because all you saw in this baby girl was someone who you could FINALLY
control.a poster child,
& debutant doll
who you could corrupt
into thinking the world would do the same to her as it did to youbut to your surprise,
it did… at your hands
& now you’ve turned your back
on the one person you were supposed to protect.but what if I told you, she prevailed,
she felt her shit, dealt with it,
turned it in to 7 book deals
and is healing her way through self confidence and relationships a
little bit every day.how dare I, right?
no longer fall victim
to the trap that you set
but instead learned that even a broken clock is right twice a day,so I accept
that I am a victim
I have been manipulated and abused.but unlike you,
I took those 2 minutes
and got myself out because I refuse
to live the rest of my life this way.Voting is open!
Voting ends June 23, 2025 11:59pm
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IT FELT GOOD TO GET THAT OUT…. DIDN’T IT?!?!?!?!?! SOMETHING BOUT WHEN WORDS HIT THE PAPER!!!! ITS A DON DA DA!!!!
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Ala, this is some powerful writing! I hate that you spent your childhood waiting for the other shoe to drop when things felt too comfortable. That is not a way for anyone to live! I am glad that you found the strength to break the cycle and live your life on your terms! Thank you for inspiring me with your writing today!
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