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leahlives submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to yourself about what you love about this chapter of your life 1 months, 3 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Chloe shared a letter in the
Poetry group 3 months ago“at peace”
CnschultzIs it okay
if I lay down?
I am feeling tired
I cannot explain
It’s what I feelMaking bodies
all day and night
Not gracefully
I embrace each moment
and yet it drains meWhat does it look like
if I lay down?
Will I be baring
all my weakness
for everyone to see?I will love in myself, now
that you’re not here,
all the little things
unspoken
that drew us nearWill you still love me
if I lay down?
I am feeling tired
I cannot explain
It’s what I feel-
Take the break you need. Rest when you need to. It’s ok. Of course, you will still be loved. Rest. Recharge. And the go continue to be the badass woman that youare.
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Dear Cnschultz,
Your words are tells us that we all need to take a brake sometimes and that is most certainly ok!Shelley
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leahlives submitted a contest entry to
Why do you love yourself? 3 months agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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lovelyflower submitted a contest entry to
Why do you love yourself? 4 months agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Macy shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 4 months agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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chloewritespoetry77 submitted a contest entry to
What are your goals for the new year? 4 months ago“Arrival”
CnSchultzA poem for the new life I am bringing into the world in 2024.
I can’t wait to meet you
Bright new life
clothed in vernix,
hair styled by nature,
sharing my every feature
as I learn to love them all
through youWhen my body
can no longer hold you,
I will bring to life
the sun of early summer
drying all the rain
making everything green
and wholeI can’t wait to know you
Eyes level with mine
Every goal realized
through you
My girl,
I’ve waited for so long
to be your momHow long ‘til I meet you?
I am bathed in sunlight
by the thought of your arrival
that will make us wholeVoting is closed
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Oh this is SO beautiful! Blessings to you and yours—motherhood is the most magnificent gift!
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Thank you! <3 Being a mom is my favorite part of life. Super excited to have baby #2 this year.
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Can I ask how old your oldest is? I have two also—11yo girl and 7yo boy. They bring so much joy and love to life.
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He’s 1 1/2!
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Omg! Congratulations! This is beautiful! Save this and show your little one one day. Thank you for sharing this warm and loving piece with us. Congrats again. xo <3Lauren
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Thank you! Wish me luck with 2 under two!! 😀
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You got this !! <3 <3
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Chloe shared a letter in the
Poetry group 4 months, 2 weeks ago“Little duck”
CnschultzI miss your arms
I could not feel them
They were never for me
Mine stretch out longer
It only made me stronger
Now I understand why you believe-
it’s easierIn my mind
my head is resting
on your legs
But I don’t know you that way-
the way I would like to
when I need comfort to fall asleep
and when I don’t know what to believe
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leahlives submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem about your favorite day of 2023 5 months agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Macy shared a letter in the
Magical Moments group 5 months, 1 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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clmcreative submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem about what you are grateful for in your life 5 months, 2 weeks agoWhat if I wasn’t very grateful this year?
Signed the girl sitting here grateful to be able to express herself (I am still learning how to communicate my gratitude)It was hard to be appreciative this year.
It is always hard to appreciate things in life when everything else becomes so heavy.
I think maybe gratitude is just a way to remain hopeful through despair;
to remind us that we should be glad that we even have the opportunity to feel those feelings and have experiences in the first place.Over the past year I was thankful for a few things;
I was thankful that I got a new job,
that my mom let me move home,
that I am safe and healthy,
and I can confidently say I was and am thankful for my cat.
At the very least, I should probably be thankful that I am afforded the luxury of being able to not be super grateful.
I suppose every day that I am alive, living and breathing, I should be glad.Although, I wasn’t the one that chose to be here.
I have to face responsibility that I did not ask for.
Truth be told, I don’t even choose to show up every day; some days I stay in bed and do nothing for myself.
A while ago I just decided that I have to keep myself alive and learn the lessons of life.I wish I was more grateful.
Maybe if I was more gracious of the good things, I would also react better to the negatives.
This year I tried to force myself to be thankful even through the things that made me most uncomfortable:
the things that made my stomach churn, my heart ache, and left the corners of my eyes stained red.I cannot be thankful for all of the negative things; I cannot be thankful for unkindness, pain, hardship, loss, and grief.
I do not want to find the good in every situation because sometimes things just suck.
I do not want to appreciate these things because I do not want to accept them.
Sure I wouldn’t feel so sad right now if I was able to trust the process.How could I be glad that I don’t feel strong enough to accomplish any goals or that my family members are spending their nights sinking into depression?
I felt weak a lot.If I was thankful for every obstacle I have faced, I fear that I might get used to living life in this way.
I don’t think I would learn as much.
I need to be uncomfortable.
I need to wonder ‘Why me?’Apparently there is no good or bad way to live-
there are only our feelings, decisions, and lessons we leave with.I am not grateful for the lessons I learn as I am experiencing them.
A person is not grateful for air when they are being held underwater.
Sure they want to breathe, but it is about the action, not the object.
It is about figuring out how to take a successful breath,
and only once a person is back above water, are they thankful for the air itself.
When a person is left underwater panic instills and the individual is only thinking about the fact that they need to get above the water, not about why.I can’t imagine anyone in the middle of a crisis thinking ‘Wow I’m so glad to be here.’
So what is one to do when constantly living in a state of dysregulation?I am suspicious that perhaps I am not finding pleasure or contentment because I am in the midst of one of those big life lessons;
the kind that you look back upon later and see the change it forced you to experience.
Am I supposed to be grateful now for the what’s to come later or am I allowed to be sad?
Can I pity the world and still oblige to gratitude and hope?To be grateful is to express thanks and appreciate the benefits received.
I was not very grateful this year,
but I am thankful that I am able to grow;
grateful that I get to try again.
I am indebted to the world, but I have an obligation to myself.‘She does not have to always be thankful for what has happened because sometimes she knows she deserves more, or at least she’s trying to,’ I often think.
I don’t want to be grateful just because I am told that I have to be.
I don’t want the people around me to think that their actions are okay because things can always be worse.
I might be cynical, but I know that life can be a little lighter.
I don’t want to be glad with what I do have just because some people have less than me,
I want everyone to have more.Voting is closed
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Hi there, Aiša here. Thank you for your brave share! While it’s quite the unconventional take, there’s so much truth to it.
And if you haven’t read Tiara’s piece yet, run don’t walk! Because it seems to me like you two agree on plenty 🙂
Of gratitude, you wrote, ” [it is] to remind us that we should be glad that we even have the opportunit…read more
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Thank you for your words Aiša!
I am glad that you were able to relate to and reflect on parts of this piece!<3 I was definitely nervous to put this piece of writing out there as I had felt it might be too negative or miss the goal of the prompt. However, I found that when I was trying to write about specific circumstances of being grateful my…read more
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Sheesh! This is so real, so honest and so insightful. I love this line, ” I am thankful that I am able to grow;
grateful that I get to try again.”It is real and it is something to be grateful for in the midst of a time in your life when things are tough. Keep asking for more. Keep holding your bar high. And don’t question your own gratitude.…read more
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Thank you so much Lauren!
Thank you for your kind, inspiring, and powerful words back to me. I am grateful to be a part of The Unsealed!!<33 I am glad that others are enjoying this piece as well. In my response above directed to Aiša M I had said how writing this piece made me feel good. I have always been taught that negative emotions are bad;…read more
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Chloe shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months agoExpansion
CnschultzIt is strange to think
that I will never again
smoke a cigarette
for as long as you
and I liveDoes the universe
expand?
Or do we just
push it to its
limitlessness?Already I feel
so unworthy of you
You are an angel
but I am no godMaybe I will be better-
benevolent and unenvious
I would be anything
for youIt’s strange to think
that I could produce good
into a world
that has brought me to my knees
I now cradle you in my heart
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Chloe shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months ago“wide open”
CnschultzEat your shame
It doesn’t go away
Regurgitate
like you’re overweight
You need more meat
on your body to hateShe promised to suck him off
in the parking lot
for her drink of choice
She was far too young
for either one
but had nothing left to loseSwallow your pride
It doesn’t go down easy
Don’t let him see you
cringe in disgust
You need more secrets
to hate yourself forCut your skin
wide open
Underneath even you know
you’re worth more
It can only get better
and I don’t take it for grantedUncomfortable in her skin
unless it was naked
No confidence in
a word she said
unless they were slurred
So she ate her shame
every fucking day
She swallowed her pride
and kept her promises
It all cut her skin wide open-
Awww Chloe…. you are wonderful. Your heart is so beautiful. Love in the mirror and tell yourself every day how much you love yourself. There are so many reasons to love yourself. Never forget that. <3 Lauren
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Thank you 🙂 It all worked out- I wrote this in a moment when I couldn’t recognize myself from then (my youth haha) because of how much greener the grass is here & now. It’s funny how in the moment it’s just reality, it’s just happening but looking back it’s like oh my god that’s awful. Anyways, I got away for a few years, lots of healing, an…read more
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Hello Chloe,
I am sure you are a beautiful person and deserve the best in life. Be strong and good things will come to you.Shelley
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Thank you for your response, Shelley 🙂 Everything has turned out just fine
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Lauren Brill shared a letter in the
Current Events group 7 months, 1 weeks agoI am scared and heartbroken
LaurenLast night, I didn’t sleep well, as I had several nightmares. I was haunted by the endless images I saw in the news: A young woman’s naked, lifeless, unconscious (possibly deceased) body being paraded around as a trophy after Hamas attacked young people at a music festival in Israel, a 25-year-old woman begging for her life as she was taken as a hostage and babies whose faces were covered in dust and blood from the bombs thrown near their homes.
When I awoke this morning, I immediately read the news to see the latest. And while the horror continues on the other side of the world, I was also disheartened to learn that hate was just outside my doorstep.
People at rallies down the street from where I slept last night are wearing, holding, and celebrating images of swastikas and promoting anti-semitic rhetoric. For the first time in my life, I was and am scared to be Jewish.
While I have been doing my best to educate myself through the news, friends, and online resources, I am not going to sit here and pretend I fully understand the conflict between Palestine and Israel – because I don’t. And I know that it’s natural and easy to see the world through the lens of my own experiences and identity.
However, we all, myself included, should see and feel our humanity reflected in every person on this planet. And act accordingly.
As I try to process these last few days, the violence happening in the Middle East is not just about me, or any one group of people or politics. This cruel attack on innocent people is about all of us. It is a threat to all of humanity.
No child, no person, whether they share my background or not, whether Palestinian or Israeli (or any other culture, race, or religion), deserves to live or die in such an inhumane way.
There are a lot of issues we can’t and won’t agree on in this world. But we universally should believe in and tirelessly advocate for love, compassion, and peace for all people.
And sadly, right now, that’s not the case.
I am scared and heartbroken as I pray for the victims of violence, our world, and humanity.
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I’m at a loss for words to describe the depths of evil for these murders of innocent people. I can’t comprehend humans committing these acts against other humans. Why with all the prayers that happen worldwide daily do things like this even happen? Please stay safe from these protests and God help the Middle East with everything you have.
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macyspoke submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter about leaving your comfort zone 7 months, 2 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Chloe shared a letter in the
Current Events group 8 months, 1 weeks agoTrial & Error
CnSchultz****trigger warning: explicit mention of sexual violence****
In response to events surrounding a recent high profile trial.
You give your seal of approval
He’s such a good guy
He was a good friend to meYou bring up the wife and child
He keeps them safe
from all the dangerous menYou’re the face of a cause
but you mustn’t believe it at all,
not a word you sayProtect the children at all costs
Keep the daughters safe
from prying eyes and handsKeep the prepubescent pure,
and rape the women-
she is yours, she can’t say noYour words like a knife
etch your perspective and ill motive
into perpetuityAt least one in three
Rarely any recourse
No one writing her letter to set her freeTally the victims,
tell the world they exist,
yet, no one cares to know
how many men are rapistsNo, don’t be sorry we found out
It’s best we all know
what you are-
I have been obsessively reading about Danny Masterson, Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis all week. I am incredibly disturbed and upset by all of it. For me, when someone stands up or stands by a known rapist, it makes me feel like we (any and all victims) don’t matter. But I do feel justice and progress in the fact that they prosecuted him and a…read more
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chloewritespoetry77 submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter to your ideal self 8 months, 1 weeks agoManifest
CnSchultzHe told me his favorite features of mine are the people pleasing characteristics-
to which I replied, “do you really not understand how awful that is?”
And maybe it’s not all bad
But when you give because you know
it will all be taken from you anyways
is it really giving?
How am I supposed to feel hearing
the defense mechanism I’ve been fighting away
since it’s caused much more harm than health
is still the only thing determining my worth?
I’ve tread the fine line between generosity
and apathy for so long
that it’s become one in the same for me
and it’s hard to recognize myself as a good person
Maybe my giving and bowing to him
is genuine
and he recognizes that
and it softens his gaze
and he ends up better for it
Or maybe he sees the value in
this manifestation
and how easily it can be
manipulated
The former is my bedrock
The latter is a perspective built on the
idea that history always repeats itself
There are still Nazis in America
I once compared love to treason in metaphor
if that gives you any idea
I was raised in faith but I have none
I found comfort in the virtues taught in Sunday School
I didn’t love Jesus but I loved my grandma
despite how annoyingly her hands would prod at me as she fixed me up
or just to remind me she was there
There was a time for me when unconditional love was pure;
when compassion was from my heart
and I didn’t think about whether or not
I’d be loved if not complying
or whether I’d be left behind either way
Little girl, oh how I admire you
It seems I had it all right in the beginningI wish he would’ve just told me I’m pretty. Or something like that.
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Chloe — Never ever give to the point that it takes away from your happiness. You are your first priority. And that’s not selfish. It’s not wrong. It’s powerful.You are strong. You are worthy. Hold your head up high, and keep people out of your life who take advantage of your kindness or who don’t make you feel like the star you are. Thank you for…read more
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Chloe shared a letter in the
Poetry group 8 months, 2 weeks agoExcerpt from “Letters”
CnSchultzYou say, “I’ll see you in an hour”
Oh, so soon I fall devoured?
All is fair,
and I knew,
love had lost its power“Oh, promise me you will never tell another”
“I promise this will never happen again”
“Now take me like your scarlet letter
and keep me at the seam of your hem”It was your bones
against mine
not skin to skin
It was your bones
against mine
not skin to skinIt was your word
against mine
not skin to skin
And it was your bones
breaking mine
while you were overheadIt was the thought
of you wanting me
but hurting me instead
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Chloe shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 8 months, 3 weeks agoa dream about a hospital
Cnschultz~getting help is traumatic~
Wake up in an unfamiliar cold bed
Warm blanket, back exposed
Not sure how you got there-
but you did it to yourselfFighting tubes- back to sleep
You only wanted to apologize
They will never understand
And again- you never want to wake upRushed back into full consciousness
No compress for your bruised arms
Honesty becomes your worst enemy
when all you want is to go homeNeighboring, neglected withdrawal cries
A midnight delusional in your room
Halls filled with the souls of strangers
You never asked to be woken upRough socks, ammonia scented floor
Bolted windows- no escape
All you want is to go home-
but you did it to yourself-
Sometimes the the things that all us to grow and heal are the most uncomfortable in the moment. But it takes so much courage to do whatever it takes to get better.
Also, the mention of socks stuck out to me. A girl I went to high school with started GripCity Socks after being admitted twice. I think you might find her story interesting.…read more
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It is for sure a “by all means necessary” situation and I am better for it. I think others may commiserate that when looking back on the situations that land you there and the experiences you have there- the loss of autonomy & fishbowl feeling, it’s all a trauma. I’m undecided on whether there’s truly a place for such a thing or if there needs to…read more
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Lauren Brill shared a letter in the
Chasing Your Dreams group 9 months, 1 weeks agoMy first cover letter
Lauren BrillDear Mr. —
Did you know the NFL’s Ryan Grant also participated in basketball and track and field during his time at Don Bosco Prep School in New Jersey? Did you know the NBA’s Adonal Foyle still holds the record in New York for most points in a high school tournament game? Did you know former Suffern High School girls’ lacrosse star Crysti Foote is a member of the Canadian National Team and is recognized as one of the best female players in the world? Inspired by the commitment and passion all great athletes demonstrate, I know both the technicalities of sports and interesting facts about the athletes themselves, which is why I believe if I become a reporter for MSG Varsity I will be a powerful conduit between the athletes and the tri-state community. I will ask questions the viewers want to know and receive honest answers from athletes who respect my knowledge.
My confidence in my future success is based on the achievements of my past as well as my present occupation. As a young 21-year-old college graduate, I began writing for NBA.com and WNBA.com. With my own swagger, I entered NBA and WNBA locker rooms to interview athletes double my size among journalists twice my age. Publishing hundreds of articles and blogs on NBA.com, WNBA.com, D-league.com, NikeWomen.com, and WomensProSoccer.com, I have also had my fair share of on-air opportunities. Currently, I am a co-host for On the Mike With Mike Sherman, a weekly entertainment, lifestyle, and sports show that airs on a CBS affiliate (My33) in South Florida. Last season, when the 49ers took on the Giants in New Jersey, I was there to interview athletes and report back on the night’s events for CBS’ San Francisco affiliate. I have reported local news on Long Island and worked as a sports reporter for Artsis Media, where I shot, edited, wrote, and produced all my own stories.
Throughout my tenure at Columbia University, I majored in sociology and focused on the sociological impact of sports. Through my 40-plus page senior thesis, I discovered that to have longevity and acceptance as a female sports reporter, you must be a sports connoisseur yourself. Voted biggest jock in my high school senior superlatives, I have lived, breathed, and loved sports throughout my life. I believe if given a chance I will be recognized and respected by the sports world for telling compelling stories and conducting in-depth thought-provoking interviews. In other words, I’m a talented young recruit with an All-American future and would love to help the MSG Varsity team work its way to the top of the game.
Sincerely,
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Chloe shared a letter in the
Poetry group 9 months, 1 weeks ago“meat”
CnSchultz~Learning how to find safety & healing in sensuality after trauma; building positive associations and being myself for the first time~
I know you’ve just gone
but I miss you already
Oh, why not just stay
until I’m all done?Not meant to be a lover,
but call me your concubine
to meet your needs
as well as mineOh, come into me
in the flesh, in the flesh
I want to feel meat
in the flesh, in the fleshI know I’ve been here before
but I forget already
why I’ve now come
to feel this againI never wanted a friend
I waddle around
asking, “are you my lover?”
Two birds of a feather fly onOh, come into me
in the flesh, in the flesh
I want to feel meat
in the flesh, in the fleshOh, why are you here?
In my flesh, in my flesh
I want to feel it
I want to feelOh, come into me
in the flesh, in the flesh
I want to feel it
I want to healI know you’ve just gone
but I miss you already
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