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anoukha_metangmo submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter to the you that didn’t think they were enough 3 weeks, 3 days agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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straudt submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter to the you that didn’t think they were enough 3 weeks, 3 days agoThe power of being you
Samantha TraudtSami,
If only you could get a glimpse into the future to see everything you are and everything you are becoming. I don’t think you would feel the same way about yourself as you do now.
I know you look at others with admiration, as if you aren’t admirable yourself. I know you compare your body and your personality to those around you, wondering why you don’t look or act like them. You see girls hitting puberty while your chest remains flat and adolescent. Girls are getting boyfriends and you wonder why nobody wants to be with you. The class clown makes everyone laugh and although you have so much humor inside of your head, you are too afraid to let it out. You tell yourself year after year that you’ll go into school and be the person you picture yourself to be in your mind, but the insecurities, doubt, and anxiety keep you silent. You find one person who makes you feel seen and you let that be enough because you don’t feel deserving of more.
You want to know what I see in you? I see a fierce little girl who knows exactly what she wants, regardless of what the world tells her to be. You have fire, passion, and resilience within your blood, allowing you to keep going day after day. There is discipline that keeps you focused on a goal and focused on accomplishing. Although you yearn for a love that you have convinced yourself you are seeing at such a young age, there is something inside of you that knows you deserve more. A little voice within your soul that you follow, even when your brain is much louder. You can feel authenticity in moments and people, and what I see in you is someone who refuses to be anything other than that; authentic. You convince yourself you need to change in order to be better or enough, and when it doesn’t happen you feel disappointed and ashamed, but I see someone who literally cannot be anything other than herself. That is pretty admirable if you ask me.
You make decisions that align with your heart, while others let the world around them influence what they want. You understand the role your past plays and that allows you to make such a deep connection to those you let in. A kind of understanding and empathy most can’t fathom. There is something about you that makes someone feel so seen, yet you refuse to truly see yourself.
These years of feeling unwanted, ashamed, and insecure won’t last forever. It is these very years that will shape you into such a badass woman who is so determined to find a genuine love, that she will fall completely in love with herself and everything she is. A woman that has found so much power in being herself that there is nobody else she admires to be anymore.
You have always been enough, Sami, and you are the only one who needs to believe it.
Voting starts August 21, 2025 12:00am
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frmyourstohis submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter to the you that didn’t think they were enough 3 weeks, 4 days agoFrom Worthwhile
Dear Worthless,
I call you worthless because that’s what you think you are even if your identity is more complex and intertwined with more love than your trauma originally reflected. You may not see love through the voice of your mother or the actions of your father but within your journey you aren’t walking aimlessly. Your purpose has passion that radiates in rooms where you overlooked the eyes that were mesmerized by your creation. Your writing has a voice of its own that grasps deeper into this world than the hands of demons that blindfolded you from the source of light within your patterned mind. Pause and believe the frequent occurrences when a kind stranger comments on your eyes. Their name is foreign but their impact is familiar. You will wake up and realize how those strangers became love that made you their home. Yes, you have become the home for others while you were searching for your own. You have ignited a safe space in growth accelerated by your faith. You have changed the meaning of chosen, the meaning of anointed, the meaning of blessed. The scars on your arms no longer embody distress. Compromised boundaries have been removed from your portion. Power has elevated in your energy. “They” didn’t love you and even today “they” still don’t. But “we” do. You are worthwhile. You are winds that steal breathes, tears that give rest, catalyst that curated comfort.
Sincerely,
Worthwhile
Voting starts August 21, 2025 12:00am
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isaacisme submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter to the you that didn’t think they were enough 3 weeks, 5 days agoGood enough ??
Isaac is meDear younger me , I understand now that it wasn’t personal. My father’s love felt performative, meaning if i did not get good grades I felt like he did not love me. I get it education is important, but him criticizing me did not help me one bit. It lowered my self confidence, but that is how he grew up, I suppose, and he did not have the mental and emotional capacity to change. As i got older and started getting exposure to how people actually communicate, i can see my confidence rise. All those dark times in my room ruminated about the pass now i look at the past as a lesson, not a life sentence. No longer dwelling or hyper focusing on what happened but being present with loved ones who loved me when i was not feeling lovable. Closed off emotionally, i did not even know how to show love to those who loved me until recently. I felt it but couldn’t express it, or perhaps I feared it wouldn’t be reciprocated. Often times thought about what if i ran away then the voice of the higher power said not today? Started practicing gratitude and it changed my attitude, no longer seeing life with my victim mentality views. The pain has been melting away for the longest time i suffered with shame but now i find a different way to cope with the highs and lows. Pouring into myself and it feels good, you see. A lesson for anyone with similar upbringing to me, “others’ perception of you, has nothing to do with me”.
Sincerely the person you prayed for to be one day
Voting starts August 21, 2025 12:00am
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Blue Sky shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 4 weeks agoOur Next Quarterly Update
Blue SkyDear Ex,
It has been almost five years since I left you. I miss you still. You leave monthly whispers of alimony, and quarterly updates of your life since the abandonment.
I keep feeling that it is all too good for me. I left you in the worst possible way. I professed my love for someone else – someone I could never have, anyway.
I was flippant and psychotic about it, too. I got up and left one day, never to return.
I regret leaving you the way I did. Our marriage was dying a slow death. But I didn’t have to hack at your heart in one fell swoop.
I made you pack my belongings because I couldn’t bear to come back and do the deed myself.
Recently, I had a nightmare that the tables were turned. I was packing your stuff. Only then, did I realize what an impossible task I set you up with.
I stayed for 13 years because I thought the good outweighed the bad. The fun times seemingly overshadowed the screaming matches, the cruel use of semantic language.
You told me I was hard to love, that I was emotionally complex. That was your way of calling me a bitch.
I called you out on it. You confirmed the not-so-cryptic message.
But hey. We both had our unresolved traumas that we brought into our fights. Not even two years of couples therapy near the end of our marriage could foster effective communication skills.
We were both far too wounded to see past ourselves, yet we didn’t know where one of us ended and the other began. The intertwining and untangling happened at the most inopportune times.
You told me during our last quarterly update that you had forgiven me for my transgressions. I asked why, and you said that four-and-a-half years would be a long time to hold onto such emotional turmoil.
I realized then that I had not yet forgiven myself. Now, I listen to the 36-year-old part of me who left. I understand now.
That part of me was doing the best they could. They thought they were being merciful by finally ripping off the bandage and walking out on our eight-year marriage.
It was that moment that I could finally start to forgive myself.
Then, I listened to the 27-year-old part of me – the one simultaneously full of hope and doubt about our upcoming marriage. They whispered to me:
I love her so much. But I’m in too deep.
Had I loved myself then as much as I do now, I would have been merciful and cut the cord right then and there.
I put your happiness above my own.
And now I realize that you weren’t happy either. Not with me. And certainly not with yourself.
We sought love within each other, when we needed to look within ourselves first.
Had we done that, we might have been best friends for 18 years instead of fractured lovers for 13 years and separated souls for another five.
I forgive you, dear ex.
I also forgive myself.
You may not ever be my best friend again, but I will hold our fun times dearly.
Now, as tears well up in my eyes, I contemplate a future of being in a relationship with myself. After all, no other relationship will matter to me nearly so much.
I will probably never get married again, but I wish myself – and YOU – all the happiness in the world, finally.
And maybe soon, we will both achieve inner peace and tell each other all about it in our next quarterly update.
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michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 4 weeks, 1 days agoMiraculous
Michael L George jrVibrant with excitement,
Smiles that brighten
The evening, like the sun.
Once it creeps into the horizon.
Having an amazing night
& waking up to a beautiful morning.
Sky gazing, watching the
Clouds forming and dissipating.
I’m looking at A masterpiece,
from God’s Creations,
like it was the stroke
From the wrist. I’m feeling
Blessed to witness this image.
My eyes Constructing art,
With images from the
The mind. Working with imagination,
Creating & Living through these illusions.
Miraculously mirrored images from within. -
kiki pape shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months agoMemory on the Menu By Kiki Pape
Kiki Papei invited an old friend for coffee today
i was about fifteen minutes late
and
she was about twenty
i called her up, but she forgot to answer
she told me she was practicing a YouTube tutorial
that she will never post
her skin was fresh and bare
picked raw at the sight
bulls eye across her forehead
what is plain to see for change and a face wash
taking a sip of my black coffee
and her frappuccino
I offered her my half-eaten coffee cake
she pushed it away and typed in her calories
she tells me she would never inhale
and sip the poison of pressure
i say more like pleasure
we looked at similarly colored eyes
we both sat in silence
she glances down at her phone to see that plans fell through again
with foes guarded by tight pants
she’ll have people to tell her stories about
if her cards play out right
i almost recognize her from the tiny jewelry box dancer
twirling delusion
she assures me that she is too wild, and friends will take another course
i hope she always dances
I’m envious of the girl sitting in front of me
both are sipping from an overpriced cup of coffee
the colors are brighter through her eyes
music seemed light until the music died
i’m only twenty-two
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Heather shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 1 months agoWraith
HeatherStay with me today
As I silently celebrate you
Linger like a wraith
Clinging to the
Last piece of cakeStay with me today
As I silently celebrate you
Linger like a wraith
Holding me tight[Today, May 18th.
I celebrate you; my beautiful cousin.
Happy Heavenly Birthday!
Forever 32.] -
Starr Evans shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months agoWhere I Am
Starr ‘ ChristineThere was a dream I saw you in,
Telling me to be cool, don’t let the devil win .
Where I am I’m good, you can let me go.
Where I am it’s peace, something we din’t know.
Where I am, I’m not confused or mad anymore.
Where I am, they can’t hate me for being great…. You know?
Where I am, I eat good like we do on a Thursdaynight.
I wish you could be here with me but you have to keep fighting your fight.
You have to keep going for all those babies who need you in their life.
You have to stay strong to keep our parents together through this flight.
Patience is what you’ll need to grow.
Your biggest flaw is not listening and since I have to say it again this shows,
Where I am, I’m good big sis, you can let me go. -
Noirerequiem shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 1 weeks agoFor Every Mama
NoireRequiem“For Every Mama”
I ain’t forgot the hands that held me,
Through storm clouds, broke nights, and empty bellies.
To the woman who birthed me, through pain and pride,
You gave me life, even when the world ain’t give you a guide.And to the mamas who stepped in when mine couldn’t stand—
You ain’t share my blood, but you reached out your hand.
You fed me truth, served strength with no disguise,
Taught me how to rise, even when hope dies.To the aunties, godmamas, them sisters who saw me—
Who showed up when the world tried to flaw me.
You ain’t need a title, you just showed love,
Taught me faith, how to fight, how to rise above.Whether you nursed me, raised me, or prayed from afar,
You left fingerprints on the map of who I are.
So this for you—the tired, the tender, the tough—
Who gave when it hurt, who loved me enough.You are the rhythm in the song of my name,
The calm in my chaos, the light in my flame.
I carry your lessons in everything I do—
This ain’t just Mother’s Day, every day’s for you.IMAGE: MY MOM IN THE MIDDLE. MY AUNT ON THE LEFT AND ME ON THE RIGHT
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 1 months, 1 weeks agoTruck Stop in Heaven
Matthew L JablonskyI wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
With a restaurant attached.
A salad bar and a buffet,
And a payphone in the back.The coffee’s always hot,
And the food aint too bad.
I wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
So I could talk to my Dad.He says “I’m flyin over Montana,
just dropped a load of rain.
I’m headed down to Dallas,
And then up to Maine.No more haulin’ produce,
Gasoline or TVs.
Cause up here in Heaven,
I’m haulin’ prayers and dreams!”I wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
With a restaurant attached.
A salad bar and a buffet,
And a payphone in the back.The coffee’s always hot,
And the food aint too bad.
I wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
So I could talk to my Dad.“This rigs as big as a mountain,
You can see me from where you are.
It’s no Freightliner, no Peterbilt,
It’s an actual Western Star!My Jake-brake is the thunder,
The exhaust makes tornadoes!
Man, it means so much more
to be the king of the road,
where the streets are paved with gold!”I wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
With a restaurant attached.
A salad bar and a buffet,
And a payphone in the back.The coffee’s always hot,
And the food ain’t too bad.
I wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
So I could talk to my Dad.I’d tell him that I miss him,
every single day.
“Wish you could just stop by,
and meet my wife,
when you pass by this way.”He tells me not to worry,
That one day he’ll meet her.
But if we look up at night,
we can see the lights,
of his 18 wheeler!I wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
With a restaurant attached.
A salad bar and a buffet,
And a payphone in the back.The coffee’s always hot,
And the food ain’t too bad.
I wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
So I could talk to my Dad. -
Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 1 weeks agoWounded
HeatherThis wound that I have within
Is one that only makes sense to me
This wound may or may not be fixed
And if it is
I can’t tell you when
I can tell you
It was given to me
As a kid
I of course did not know of such
So all I did was push it off
Years would go by
Days even slipped by
Until one day
I got hit like a drive by
Hit with words
Hit with reality
Hit with heaviness that ended up
Opening that old unsure wound
The mother wound -
Heather shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 1 months, 1 weeks agoPurple Days
HeatherIn rememberance of my best friend/cousin, Amber Niccole. It’s her birthday month. This is my way of celebrating. Her favorite color was purple, hence the title.
💜💜💜
I saw you yesterday with that purple car.
I told you to stay behind me for a while.
I saw you last night in my dreams
We were back to being kids again
Sitting on that wooden backyard swing.
I saw you today with that purple flower.
I’m not a flower expert
But it did smell like you.
I asked you to sit with me in the sun
And sway with me
To the beat of the song
you’d keep on repeat for fun.
I see you in every day surroundings
Making it hard for me
To keep my composure
During these outings.
I tell you thank you
For the visit.
For the company.
For our day to be together completely
Will of course take place.
Yet until then,
Let’s just continue sitting
Thru these purple days with grace. -
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…
Happy Mother’s Day! -
Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 1 weeks agoSide Effects To Healing
HeatherIts the glow that speaks to me.
There was a time this woman
Did not know what that glow was.
Never spoke of such.
Dark clouds.
Black self esteem.
Sabotaging dreams.
Those consumed her days.
Her soul.
Her heart.
This glow that now radiates
Over her body puts the mind at ease.
The body at rest.
The heart in safe mode.
Glowing heart.
Radiating mind.
Healthy body.
All for the little girl
Who did not know what that glow was. -
Rose Eldridge shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 1 weeks agoScatter Brained
Rose EldridgeI shape, I form, I break.
I learn that the colors I show
need to be changed.
My habits need rearranged.
I mold, I bend, I snap.
All this pressure makes me restless, I think
I need a nap.
I crush under the rock of self hatred I’ve made.
But look at all I’ve gained….
It’s not enough, I need more
I need to be more
Do more
Pile high
And higher
And even higher
Until
And once again, I fade into the darkness.
I may never come out of this emptiness.
Everything feels so impossible today.
And just like it was never there, you look at me and it all fades away.
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Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 1 weeks agoBreadcrumbs
HeatherShe’s not a duck
Stop feeding her breadcrumbs.
Give her the food she deserves.
Connection. Communication.
Give her the snacks she craves.
Honesty. Respect. Love.
Give her the desserts she fantasizes.
Intimacy. Intelligence. Stability.
She’s a one in a million soul
With so much potential.
So much aspiration.
So much love.
If only you weren’t addicted to carbs! -
Haley Felt shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 2 weeks agoA Softness in You
Haley Marie FeltIn the quiet of the world, I never sought,
But found a softness in you, like a tender thought.Not in the making, not in the plan—
But in the way you hold me, just as I am.
Like a warm blanket, a gentle embrace,
Where time slows down and hearts find their pace.Not a house to build, but a feeling to keep,
In the quiet of your love, I fall deep.
It’s the brush of a cheek, the softest kiss,
A quiet promise of eternal bliss.
With every touch, I am made whole,
You are the home that fills my soul.
In you, I’ve found a place to rest,
A love that swaddles me— even when it’s not at it’s best.Not a journey of seeking, but falling true,
I have found softness in you.In the warmth of a love that’s tender and kind.
Together we’ve found, not a place, but a way—
A soft, sweet home, where I hope to always stay. -
Haley Felt shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 2 weeks agoUnwelcome Guests
Haley Marie FeltInvite the unsavory versions of you to
the table, angry, bitter, resentful; pour
them tea and settle their queries.Give each of them grace, they did what
they could with what they knew.& now that you know what you do, no
longer invite those women to the table;
they no longer serve you. -
Haley Felt shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 2 weeks agoRapacious
Haley Marie FeltI have shared all of my parts with you
I have disassembled myself
Piece by piece
My unity, compassion, empathy, sympathy
My sanity
All harvested for your amour propreI thank you for releasing me
I would have followed you to hell
And yet —
Without sharing my best parts of me with you
I suddenly feel so alive - Load More
