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Patrick Stapleton shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 9 months, 1 weeks agoRemembering Dani
Patrick Stapleton#loveyoudani
How do you comprehend the incomprehensible?
You were supposed to grow old with us… you weren’t supposed to go at 41. Your light shined too bright to fade out that quickly.
You accomplished so much in your four decades, but damn it, you had so much more to give…
The measure of someone’s life is not in the number of their heartbeats, but how many hearts they touched, and Dani, you touched them all!
Did you leave the world a better place?
Dani, you most certainly did!
You truly conquered life and every challenge it threw your way… you were as I had told you, a badass, a warrior, a fighter!
To paraphrase a famous poem, you did not go gentle into that good night. You raged against the dying of the light!
You were the person who other people admired and aspired to be like…
Your smile truly lit up the room and your laugh was contagious … people gravitated to you for that and your kind soul, which, even though you were a ginger, you definitely had, and it was beautiful! I will make sure your amazing soul lives on in everything I do.
You truly lived the Mrs. Crowther credo…
Be courageous
Care for others
A hero lives in youWith every heartbeat I’ve got left, I will make you proud, so that when we meet again and embrace, you will know that you were never forgotten.
Thank you for being you!
I love you Dani
I will always miss you
I will see you again -
Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 9 months, 2 weeks agoA Prayer For Bradley
Matthew L JablonskyDo you think that it’s possible
for someone to be so good,
that God calls them home
before you think He should?We say it all the time,
“God must have needed him.”
but a lot of those times,
they didn’t even believe in Him.There’s no other reason
that you would call him home,
and his beautiful fiancé
would be left all alone.Now our whole family
is questioning your plan.
Why, God, why
would you take this young man?You’ve broken the heart
of a father and a mother.
And let’s not even mention
what you did to his little brother.The ripples flow further,
they hit my wife too.
Her mother is his aunt
now SHE is mad at you.Granny holds it together,
sewing like a thread.
Even though she’s strong,
she wishes she were dead.This is so unfair,
and all a bit unusual.
But what do you expect,
when a wedding becomes a funeral?RIP Bradley Davis. Forever 23.
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James (Jim) Kellogg shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 10 months agowe're not meant to fight this battle alone
James Kelloggwe’re not meant to fight this battle alone
By: Jim Kellogg
(The Queer Poet)
8-16-34
for my niece, Malorie, and her legacy, “Malorie’s Place”we’re not meant to fight this battle alone
a tired warrior’s cry
screaming in silence
crashing her soul into the world
battles fought valiantlywe’re not meant to fight this battle alone
scared
confused
wanting just one more hit
wanting just one more highwe’re not meant to fight this battle alone
the world crashing in
like the tide against the shore
eroding the vulnerable sand –
her escape, her sanctuarywe’re not meant to fight this battle alone
she wanted to be saved
by a regiment of purple winged angels
in the end
the battle was fought alone -
Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 10 months, 1 weeks agoOverdose Death
Matty JablonskyI know you didn’t mean to,
I know you didn’t try.
It was just a stupid mistake,
You didn’t want to die…
You were doing so good,
We were so proud of you!
But good emotions, sometimes,
They’re overwhelming too.
Maybe I should’ve called,
Or answered that last text.
But I didn’t see this coming!
I didn’t know you were next!
I know it’s kinda late now,
And maybe weird to say…
But I love you so much,
And I’ll miss you every day.
This is so unfair,
No one knows how to feel.
I keep waiting to wake up,
Or hear that this isn’t real!
What do I tell the people,
When they ask me how you’ve been?
I suppose, I’ll tell the truth…
That addiction never ends.
I’ll tell them if they’re hurting,
They call always call on me.
I couldn’t be there for you…
But for them, maybe I could be.
Maybe I can help someone,
Maybe they will learn,
That drugs aren’t “the fun you can’t have”…
They’re the hell you don’t deserve.
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Matty, I am so sorry for your loss. It was never your fault. Don’t feel guilty for what you could have done. Think of all the good times you two had together and the relationship you made with each other! That’s all that really matters. And I love your perspective that now that you have seen it happen once you may be able to prevent it if som…read more
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Marli Wright shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 10 months, 1 weeks agoThe Boy Named Rhett
Marli WrightTitle: The Boy Named Rhett
Written By: Marli WrightThere is a boy, his name is Rhett, Heaven now his home,
He sings and dances on the clouds, before God’s throne.
He had to leave, reasons unknown, yet on earth his name we cry.
A love so strong, eternal, Rhett’s legacy will stay alive.
Children’s laughter is bright, like in Heaven’s skies,
Angels play and smile, as we remember them with sighs.
And every day, with tearful eyes, another angel friend comes to play,
Welcomed with open arms, may their journey be brightened each day.
In every moment, every breath we take,
Rhett’s spirit shines bright, guiding our way.
Though I held him only briefly, his love now lights my way.-
I am so sorry for your loss of a life so young. Sending hugs. <3 Lauren
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Thank you for your kind words.
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Aww, I’m so sorry for your loss. That must have been so hard for you. Rhett is in a better place and is resting peacefully now. ❤️
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Thank you for your kind words. He is in a better place.
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Marli Wright shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 10 months, 1 weeks agoEchoes of Rhett’s Love
Marli WrightEchoes of Rhett’s Love
By: Marli WrightIn a classroom where dreams unfold,
Where tiny hands reach for stars of gold,
An angel’s spirit softly flies,
Not seen, but felt through loving eyes.
Rhett won’t be here to start first grade,
But with hearts so full of hope and cheer,
We send a part of him each year.
Books and pencils, crayons bright,
To light a young one’s world with light.
Each gift a whisper, soft and neat,
A reminder of Rhett’s love so sweet.
Though our angel’s seat remains empty,
His warmth will touch another deeply.
In these gifts, his love will dwell,
In every book and every tale.
He shares his joy through each small thing,
With every pen and each school swing.
And as the first-grade bell will ring,
Another day is now complete.
Little ones laugh and sing,
Of their days and tales they speak.
As you close the door each day,
Rhett’s love will gladly stay,
Preparing the room for a day anew,
And brightening it with sunshine’s hue.
That is Rhett’s way of saying “I love you.”-
Rhett would have grown up to be an amazing person, having a leader like you in his life. You inspire me to be a better person. I truly admire everything that you are doing. He will always be with you ❤️
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This comment makes my heart burst with joy. I believe he would have been a truly amazing little boy. Thank you again.
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Aww, I am so glad. He really would have been, thanks to having a person as kind as you with him throughout life.
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Kaylee Field shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 11 months, 1 weeks agoForever 22
Kaylee FieldI knew you so well.
And I know as soon as you did it,
regret flooded over you like a river in a rainstorm.
You were filled with it.
Overflowing with sorrow of all you left behind.
Your family,
Your brother,
nephews,
and friends,
are left with unanswered questions
of why.It was a mistake, we know it was.
And I am sorry.
That you felt so much pain in your heart
that you felt it was easier to not be here at all.
To take it all away from yourself like a thief.Except you didn’t just rob yourself,
You robbed everyone who loved you,
Of all the years of joy and happiness that they should have had with you.
And never will.One decision, one mistake,
and yet so many innocent people now suffer
the consequences.
In one instant an entire life in the making,
lost.We were here
But we didn’t hear you calling our names.
But were you even calling?“I’m sorry,” send.
For what?
“Love you.” Send.
What’s going on?
No answer.Bang, gone.
22 years all down the drain,
22 years of laughter,
22 years of joy,
22 years of pain,
22 years of growing,
And learning, and making mistakes.
Except, this mistake you will never learn from.And I continue to ask why.
But yet, I could not be in your head,
I could not feel your pain,
your sadness,
your suffering.
So who am I to place your blame?
If I could, I would have sucked it out of you like a vacuum,
Because you deserved better.I tried to understand,
But I cant.
I know how it feels to want to end it all.
The emptiness,
The gut wrenching feeling that you’re not good enough.
The void that can’t be filled.
To shut the lights off,
Turn off the noise.But even so,
I still can’t justify the mess you made,
Or wrap my head around the facts.
I cant believe what you are capable of.
My wounded heart just doesn’t understand
the wound you endorsed,
At the hands of yourself,It feels surreal,
And I feel angry.
It feels like I’m constantly drowning,
And I’m trying to come up for a breath of air,
But someone is holding me down.
I see the surface, but just I cant reach it,
I’m out of control.Or like I’m in one of those dreams where I am trying to run, but I’m stuck in slow motion.
Or the dream where you throw a punch,
but your fist is too heavy,
And it makes you angrier and angrier.
I’m so furious,
And I want to believe you’re at peace,
But how can I when you have been taken
From everything you love?Your beauty was just too beautiful for the world.
Your kindness was too kind,
Your generosity was too generous,
Your personality was too big,
Your passion was too passionate,
Your strength was too strong.You were too much for this Earth to handle.
Thats why she took you from us.
It took 22 years to find out
that you were too good for this world.You wanted to receive your halo and wings early.
When daddy said you were his Angel,
he didn’t mean it literally,
But I guess you had other plans.Now you will forever be 22 years young.
And I will forever wonder what could have been. -
Amanda Henderson shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 11 months, 1 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Jacqueline Sonia shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 1 years, 1 months agoMy Mitsu
Jacqueline SoniaHeaven has gain another angel….
A few months ago, Mitsu was diagnosed with anemia, which resulted in a low count of white and red blood cells. He was prescribed medicine to take every day to help his blood cells function properly, and it worked for a short period of time. However, a new diagnosis was given on May 2nd, 2024, when he was found to be suffering from cancer, kidney failure, and a high temperature. Unfortunately, the doctor informed us that there is nothing more they can do to help him. My family and I are taking care of him every day, feeding him through a tube since he has lost the ability to eat and drink water. We are doing everything in our power to help him, spending as much time with him as we can. He is a fighter and has been holding on for almost a week now. May 5th,2024 at 5:00 pm my baby has passed away and joined GOD I’m happy you’re in a better place and not suffering anymore inshallah we will meet again meri jaan. We will miss you, you may not be here physically but emotionally and mentally you are. May Allah bless you always my baby we love you. You were treated by the best doctors I know because the minute they saw you they got ready to put ultrasound, heartbeat mintor in 2.5 seconds they knew tried their best to save you. Me and your grandma were willingly to pay whatever amount to give you the best treatment but you picked your head up and called out mama whenever we were talking to the doctors you knew it your time. Heart beat going up and down and temperature going higher, lower and then GOD called you, me and your grandma screamed I’m sure you heard our screams and cries saying, “not him not now,” I told you to let go whispered in your ear who knew you listened and let go. The doctors took you to another room and we saw tears coming out your eyes and the door opening up wide we knew you were leaving. The house will be empty without your meows. Me and our family will miss you babyboy youll always be our baby and never replaced by another. Your ashes will be here with us forever. I’ll always remember you calling out mama, following me to the bathroom always, bumping your head on my hand for cuddles, always stealing food. Your bird and fish siblings will miss you too, tell mitu your bird sister hello for me tell her even after many years I still miss her your my baby always and forever my black cat. Your cat siblings annie, milo, selena have lost their brother but promise me to look out for them from up in the clouds, stars, sun, moon never stop looking after us either we will miss you meri jaan always and forever never ever forgotten. Hope you visit in my dreams and thoughts always. Thank you for all the smiles, laughs, meows, you cured so much in our household anxiety, depression, sadness you made it all happy who knew cats were a miracle and my black cat was our lucky clover. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to take care of you and giving you all the love and care and even after your gone ill still be your cat mom. O Allah, ease upon him his matters, and make light for him whatever comes hereafter, and honor him with your meeting and make that which he has gone to better than that which he came out from.
Bismillah
May Jannah be a safe place for you
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Rae Jones shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 1 years, 1 months agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Droyer Conley shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 1 years, 1 months agoMy hero, Eric
DroyerDear Uncle Eric,
I’ve talked to you a lot the past few years. Your picture hangs up above my electric junction box; my boyfriend and I split custody of your comic book collection.Sometimes I flash back to those summers when I was kid when you’d walk up the street toward my grandmother’s house, sporting that toothy smile and that dingy Superman shirt.
Ironically, in some ways I feel closer to you now than when you were alive. If I had to choose, though, I’d have you back beside me in a second.
I want to start off by saying, I’m sorry. When you got sick, you tried to reach out. You tried to call. I kept avoiding those calls, and you probably died thinking I didn’t want to speak to you. Or maybe you knew, on some level, that I loved you with all my heart, that I’ve always thought of you as a father. I’ll never know either way, and it breaks my heart and part of me hates myself for not picking up the damn phone.
I don’t hate myself all the time for that–I want you to know that. Only sometimes, and not for very long. Regret is ultimately a waste of time.
I could bemoan the fleeting time we had together, regret never calling you Dad… or I could feel blessed. I do feel blessed. You gave me a whole world, Eric. You gave me comic books and superheroes, Peter Parker and Clark Kent. You gave me Smallville, you gave me X-Men, you gave me all those summers of adventures in Boston, seeing Spiderman in theaters together. You gave me thirty years of listening, empathizing, without any judgment whatsoever. I say this without a hint of doubt–other adults in my life clothed me, fed me, paid for a decent chunk of my college education… but you gave me more than those adults ever did.
For one thing, you didn’t beat me, or scream at me, or throw things at me, or blame me for the family being broken. You didn’t steal from me, call me a faggot when I came out, or tell me I was an evil person.
You saw me. You saw the real me. You saw the light in me, and you nurtured it. That light shines now, bright as the sun, because of YOU.
You taught me how to be a hero, just by being one yourself. You taught me how to be kind to others, even when the world is nothing but cruel. You taught me to show forgiveness where a lesser man might show retribution. Most of all you taught me that those who cause pain, are weak. Those who love and protect others, are the strongest of us, the very best of us.
For that, and so much more, you are, and always will be
My hero.
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tortured_hope shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 1 years, 1 months agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 1 years, 1 months agoBilly,
Timothy T.I need you, I’m scared
The man who I thought was my father
Was only my Dad.
I knew too-right from wrong
But God is my Father,
And He is strong!
He’s not like my Dad though,
Yet, some similarities you know?
How is your Mom?
Is she still alive?
I wish to your place again
I could run and hide.
As kids and friends
Billy I was never perverted
Some scary stranger…
Wrecked my life.
And then he laughed about it
40 years later
How’s that a joke?
I don’t know.
But I’m better now,
I’m a child of the King!
And in 4 trillion more years…
I’ll still be!
Like prejudiced people used to say in school,
Calling some a wanna’ be
Except my wants changed.
I want to be a man of God,
I want to be good
I sure wish I could.
But I’m gonna try to learn how!
I miss you so bad
You were the first best friend I had.
My best friend now-since “1996”
Is the coolest!
His name is Mike
He’s from Cleveland
I’ve even prayed and cried over him.
I want him to go to heaven!
You better be there when I get home,
I want you to meet him.
I wish I had not
Brought you smoke.
I want to be buried under it.
You were like an exception
Dad would let me out.
He must had liked you too.
Sometimes I think
I haven’t changed much inside…
But I have! Hey,
I know you remember Scoot,
He told me what happened, at the bar
When he cried. Billy, I wish you never died!-
Aww I am so sorry for your loss. Billy will always be in your best memories and your loving friendship with live on in your heart forever.
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Thank you Harper V 🙂 I really appreciate that. Yes he was awesome and the memories definatly live on!
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Of course!! Thank you so much for sharing!
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Your very welcome! I have a very heavy heart to share, it’s good people say, but I’m trusting in the One who can heal it. Don’t know and can’t see how-but He says that’s what He does! 🙂
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Great, I can’t wait to hear more!!
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Give me some time, I’m very busy and sidetracked 🙂
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Sherry Noble shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 1 years, 1 months agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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melanieceleste submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to yourself about what you love about this chapter of your life 1 years, 1 months agoThe Best Chapter of My Life
MelanieDear Self,
What a book this life has been! So many chapters. The early chapters that are far behind us.. The first few, living and growing up into little people. The mid-years with the mall bangs, Aqua-Net and blazers… When it was so important to be popular. When everyone’s opinion mattered.
After caring about what everyone thought, you narrowed it down to only what the boys thought. So many boys… and then THE boy. The one who wasn’t cool in the traditional sense, but it was okay because you never cared much for the traditional. The one who showed you what safe was. What love could be. Then, he broke your heart. Not on purpose. You were both just too young, he said. You thought he was wrong.
The next chapter was dark. You leaned into depression. Into deep regret. Into drugs and sex. And shame. You were sure everyone was judging you.
It was time for a new chapter.
Along with your new chapter, you started therapy. You tried so hard and worked so long, working desperately to impress your therapist. Your group leaders and head of programming. You wanted to show your friends how “normal” and healthy you were… You really wanted to be good, for them.
Then there was the darkest chapter where you lost your sister. An overdose. Heroin. You fell out of relationships. Out of connection. Out of caring about anyone or anything. You thought you wouldn’t be able to go on. You didn’t care what anyone thought.
Despite everything, eventually, you were able to laugh again and to make others laugh too.
Routine was boring though. Calm and quiet were not what you were used to and there was the occasional “oops, things are going a little too well… better shake it up because I know how to deal with crisis. It is comfortable.”
Your therapist suggested healthier ways to experience risk without putting your life your wellbeing in jeopardy.
You signed up to try stand up comedy. Oh, you were so nervous. Remember feeling like you ate that whole jar of butterflies before the contest? You didn’t just volunteer for an open mic night; you signed up for a comedy contest. You practiced hard… so hard, even realizing that no matter how practiced and prepared you were, it was still going to be your very first time on stage.
Little did you know this was the beginning of the best chapter of your life.
You remember what happened next, right?
You were sick to your stomach with nerves (and an overabundance of caffeine), terrified you’d forget your lines and once you stepped out on stage, into the spotlight… everything went quiet and still for a minute. A serenity came over you and you knew there was nowhere you’d rather be and nothing you’d rather be doing. THIS was what you were supposed to be doing. This was your life’s purpose.
You KILLED it. And, you won the contest!
It was euphoric.
It was reinforced.
There are many nights you stay up too late, writing and rewriting jokes. Practicing with a microphone given by a friend and a speaker bought in a pawn shop. Walking up and down the hallways and around the bedroom getting a feel for the weight in my hands. The acknowledgement of the cord and special awareness. How close you could hold the mic to your mouth before your words became mumbled.
And the community. The bar crowd that didn’t necessarily drink but shot the shit. There is an acceptance there. Of all your awkwardness and quirk. There is acceptance and celebration, for the most part.
Last night you were in another contest. You didn’t win. Not the prize, anyway. But in another way, that the other performers may not have. You did what you set out to do. You showed up. You didn’t forget any of your jokes. You made people laugh, and you didn’t care if it was with you or at you or even just near you. You were content know you did what you loved to do.
You realized your power in that. You gave yourself permission to be out of your head and strictly in the moment. Enjoying yourself.
All I’ve got left to say is: keep it up! I can’t wait to see where we’ll go from here!
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Melanie! You are amazing. What a superpower it is to be able to make people laugh. And it is so brave to stand up in front of people, telling jokes, not knowing how exactly they will respond. You are amazing. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our Unsealed family. P.S. Where are your shows. Would love to come see you.!
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vizo2123 submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to yourself about what you love about this chapter of your life 1 years, 1 months agoThe Twenty-Second Chapter Of My Life
Vision. WHello world, I know you are probably wondering how’s life, what’s going on, what has been happening to me. We are beauty, We are one with ourselves without a doubt. Let’s begin to be in a world surrounded with true loving inspirational humans. To go through this chapter with no regret. I’m living life as time goes by with ambition, and conquering fears. I can be myself with no judgement. No fear or care of judgement from strangers who mean so little. I stand up for myself not so timid. Eighteen year old me was not ready for who i am today. I’m a published author now who knew that would be happen, I accomplished I’m very gratefully eccentric . I love myself finally after 22 years of not. I sang karaoke with the love of my life in front of an audience. I was confident I’m proud of that. I’m joyful, in love, and all i see are the beauty of everything around me. I met the most beautiful woman I’m spending the rest of my life with, She’s my always and forever & I couldn’t ask for anyone better than her. She’s my person, whom i can be vulnerable with always. To Mi Amor, the New job, The New opportunities , The New Special Memories I adore you. I’m looking forward to chapter 23!!! As we continue the journey, we now embrace life no longer dread it. I feel it, the wind from the trees everything so beautiful from the rustle of leaves, feel the ground beneath my fee ,the clouds moving slowly but surely, the stars shining brighter than ever before, to finally just get in touch with mother nature herself has truly been Exceptional. Who i am today & Who i was before i see the change ,the growth just to make it here. I know now that all the struggle & obstacles I’ve been through had to happen for me to be the beautiful, strong intelligent woman i am now & now i know that i have always been strong, I just couldn’t see the strength in me till now & for that i smile at this twenty-second chapter of my life.
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Vision, you are a beautiful and strong woman, and I am so glad you are enjoying and embracing all that this chapter has to offer. You are a true bright light, and your partner is very lucky just to know you! <3 Lauren
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Thank youu so much!! i appreciate it!
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wintersummers1322 submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to yourself about what you love about this chapter of your life 1 years, 1 months agoCheers to Your Phoenix
—xoxo AThis chapter was made for the
moon roof sets
sometimes those sun roof breaths.The barefoot ballerina parking lot dances
you pray you never told em’ about..Your sacred and safe places
being Yours
Mine.
introductions on a whim.
Vulnerability attempts.
Openness of trials.…and Errors?
Reminding yourself how to breathe a life
worth living again..This chapter was made for you.
Me.
Us.
Here’s to the rebirth of
Our’s
Their’s..
Whose it needs to be…
A
The
My
phoenix.‘Cause we sure as
All Hell
ain’t gonna ever
Go..
or
come back.
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beyondme submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to yourself about what you love about this chapter of your life 1 years, 1 months agoChapt 29
BeyondMeChapter 29
What can I say about this chapter of my life & what I love
This chapter — as many others — has tought me — so so much
Most of all—
It’s taught me to step outside — my comfort zone
Into an — unfamiliar place
Into the — complete — unknownIt’s allowed me to — crawl my way out of
— the abyss& To open my self up — to the world again
It’s taught me — that It’s ok for me — to let you in
& no — it’s not easy to show myself
in my most vulnerable state — it’s never beenTo let you have — a sweet taste
of my most — sour days — can be unsettlingUnsettling — to say the least
Sometimes you can tell still —
when my body’s — tremblingOr when my voice — shakes
But I learned — to simply just
— trust the processin exchange — the power — I’ve gained
Is — CourageWhat I love most about this Chapter — 29 of mine
Is that I finally let go of —
“my perfect plan — & timeline”I learned to finally — resubmit myself — to God
In a way — I hadn’t done — for so longI learned to heal some parts of me — that took me back — to little ol’ me — at 17
Even tho for years — that girl
has been goneI learned to finally give up — trying to be her again
— just wishing & wishing
I know now — I’ll never be that girl again
but I’m no longer trippingI can finally be at peace — to say goodbye to her & recreate myself
Trusting that me at 29 — has already made her proud
So what do I love most about this — Chapter 29 — I ask myself ?
That — a little bit of this
& a little bit of — thatRestored the hope back in my heart — that for years — I have lacked
& that — even on the days
When I felt — most aloneI never truly was — cause God
Neverrrr — Let Me — GoI learned that — when God promised
to make a beautiful story out of meHe in fact — did not fold
Even tho at times — it felt like
my time was being wastedIt was simply just — a beautiful story
— still — in the makingAll I gotta do now — is continue to let him take the lead
& not forget — like Miley Cyrus — always said
— It’s the climbSo I’ll keep on climbing
I’ll be patient Lord 🙏🏽
I’ll let you finish writing ✍️ 🥹Voting is closed
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Write a letter or poem to yourself about what you love about this chapter of your life 1 years, 1 months agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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You sister Danielle sounds like she was an incredible human. And while she inspired many while she was here, she will continue to inspire those she left behind as well as many strangers who learn her story through you and others. Thank you for sharing and joining us last night. <3 Lauren
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Patrick, Dani was a beautiful lady. Your story gives tribute to Dani in a perfection of writing from your heart.
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Patrick, I am so sorry for your loss. Dani knows how much you love her and how much you miss her. She would have never wanted to hurt you like this. I am so happy though, that she left behind such a powerful legacy and inspired so many people to her. She was amazing. You are so lucky to have found a person like her. Again, I’m sorry for your loss…read more
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