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  • Anita Williams shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 4 weeks ago

    Dear Me, A Tribute to Resilience

    Through storms and shadows, I’ve walked this path,
    Enduring the cruelty, enduring the wrath.
    Bullied in silence, torn apart inside,
    Yet I stood tall, with God as my guide.

    Called names that cut, bruised by their words,
    Misunderstood like a song unheard.
    They mocked how I learn, how my mind is wired,
    But their taunts could never steal what I’ve aspired.

    Through autism’s lens, I see the world,
    With ADHD, my thoughts have swirled.
    Yet in my chaos, I found my grace,
    Smiling through tears, I embraced my place.

    A mother of two, with love as my shield,
    Through sleepless nights, I refused to yield.
    In a prison’s walls, where stress runs high,
    I worked, I thrived, beneath a burdened sky.

    They called me ugly, tried to dim my light,
    But I held on, I fought the fight.
    I didn’t give up, I rose from the pain,
    Like flowers that bloom after the rain.

    Dear me, you are beauty, you are strength,
    Your heart beats bold, at any length.
    For women like you, who feel unseen,
    You’ve proven to be their radiant queen.

    Grateful I stand, for the woman I’ve grown,
    Resilient, unbroken, I’ve made life my own.
    Through faith and fire, I’ve learned to see,
    The endless power that lies in me.

    Anita A Williams

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    • Anita, This is so well-written. I am so sorry you have had to face so much evil. But you are so right, you are incredibly strong and resilient, and you are showing your kids what a powerful woman looks like each and every day. In fact, through your writing, you are also showing me and others. Keep going. <3 Lauren

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      • “Thank you so much, Lauren. Your words truly mean a lot to me. It hasn’t been an easy journey, but knowing that my story can inspire others makes it all worthwhile. I’m grateful to be able to share my experiences and strength, not just for my kids but for amazing people like you who remind me why I keep going. Thank you for your kindness and sup…read more

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  • Hillary Rosenthal shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

    Grief Implodes

    The world collapsed in
    As I slept-
    The rug fell out
    While I wept.
    The smiles got brighter
    The more I met
    But the world still collpased-
    In on me and it’s very self.

    I held for hope,
    Held it until I couldn’t breathe.

    Waited for an outstretched hand,
    I hoped they’d know my name.
    The world collapsed in,
    While I slept
    Into slumber- I crept..

    The universe became a hole
    As I wept.

    Hillary Rosenthal

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    • Thank you for sharing your grief journey. Grief is a rollercoaster. I understood your message so well, some days we are happy, then the next minute we are sad or mad. Grief creeps up on us while we are at work, going to the store, it just does not have a set time frame where it goes away. We have to take it step by step. It is not a process to…read more

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  • TaMara E'Lan G. shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

    Moments

    She enslaved every moment that crystallized within and between each breath.
    Because moments are made to live.
    She wore her past draped around her shoulders ,yet she foisted her future upon her head like a crown,
    wrapping her presence around her heart with pride without a frown.
    From sunrises to sunsets,
    More moonlight nights full of no regrets,
    she fights to capture thoughts of despair
    with no tears or a vacant stare.
    For in her essence she eludes dark moments,
    her light a beacon.
    Even when dim, she shines through her moments with the peace she’s still seeking.
    A tapestry of testimony revealed in her journey,
    the transparency both loathed and loved.
    An observer and recorder of the times,
    she uses her poetic insights to bind
    each fulfilling moment she finds.
    With wisdom and gray hairs in lieu of gray days ,
    she slays the obstacles with Yahs grace
    with sun beams caressing her face
    she smiles in spite of life happening.
    She enslaved every moment that crystallized within and between each breath.
    Because moments are made to live.

    ©️ 8/24/23 TaMara E’Lan G.

    TaMara E'Lan G.

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  • michae1 shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

    Dreaming of You

    Woke up, feeling a Lil
    Disappointed & confused.
    But exited & happy,
    As I was dreaming of you,
    Doing things I only thought of.
    The way you brought me
    Close, I had to resist the temptation
    Of caressing you and holding you.
    Some form of reality
    Started to unravel through
    The day. Certain things you do reminded me of the of the moments
    You were in my arms.
    The way you kissed me In my dream.
    Had me glowing Internally.
    And to see you smiling and laughing
    Living care free has me
    Wishing it wasn’t just a dream.

    Michael L George jr

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  • michae1 shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

    Chances & Opportunities

    Writing about the way
    Life presents us with a chance
    Or an opportunity.
    I would be, exited! depending
    On its meaning or what could
    I benefit from the chance of
    This opportunity.
    The path I’m taking has come to
    A “V” as I walk away from
    That chance and head towards
    Other opportunities.

    Michael L George jr

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    • Thank you for sharing this. Life always presents us with chances and opportunity. But sometimes we have to view the chances of the opportunity, if it brings us great benefit or is it not our calling for that opportunity. Not all opportunities are good for are well being and we just end up taking the chance to take the opportunity because it sounds…read more

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      • Definitely there have certain Opportunities that I had to decline for my future sake
        Even had to let go of the chance of returning to my family I have created

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  • Moxx shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

    The Siren’s Song

    Tell me all your secrets and you will be set free
    Listen to my mournful song of the siren sea
    For it is not those who have been lost, but those who have been found
    Hear my voice and you will find a solace in its sound

    I promise you a lifetime of treasure and opulence
    Fear me not, for I see the future and hence –
    Your time has come to be the king of the shadow realm
    Jump in with me and leave your past life at the helm

    Down and down we go to the darkest of the blue
    Sing my song and let its words envelop you
    Spill your dreams and let me feast on your memories
    Let me fuel your conscience and keep your mind at ease

    Drink in the sea or I will haunt you forever more
    It be your choice for coming here, knocking on death’s door
    Your soul is mine and I rejoice to kill once again
    The siren’s song means that I hold the key to your life’s end

    So when you hear the sounds of a woman crying out
    Stay on your ship, lest death will bring about
    The wayward man who doesn’t want to go to sleep
    I’ll drag you down to my humble home in the deep

    Kristen Moxley

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    • Wow Kristen, this poem is so affectionate with imagery of the ocean.
      I love how you speak for the massive body of tremendously influential and destructive water. This makes the reader feel a deep connection with the ocean and gives it many natural characteristics. Thank you so much for sharing your deep connection with nature.

      -Cierra

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  • michae1 shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

    Left my Heart

    Walking this Earth,
    Taking the (E and h)
    Out. Creating “Art”
    Then ill rearrange the letters,
    Putting the “h” in front,
    As I leave a piece of my
    “Heart” here on this Earth.

    Michael L George jr

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    • I love how you switched the word “heart” around. I never thought or broke this word down as creatively as you presented it in this poem. One can analyze the heart in several ways, whether through different art forms, natural characteristics, the earth’s enormous heart, or how someone speaks to others. This poem was a short, creative way to…read more

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      • Thanks… I was kinda mad at the world when I wrote this. So this was me venting in a sense.

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    • Ooh short but sweet Cierra beautiful piece .

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  • Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

    Man's Best Friend

    I love my dogs,
    I really really do…
    But there are some aspects,
    like when you take a back-step,
    and wind up stepping in pooh!

    They chew, they bite,
    they scratch, they knaw.
    When you’re watching a movie,
    they’re licking their paw!

    You’re sitting at the table,
    waiting for dinner to start,
    when along comes your dog,
    and lets out a fart!

    You all start gagging,
    and gasping for air.
    His tail starts wagging,
    He doesn’t even care!

    When you meet new friends,
    and go to their door.
    Your dog walks in,
    and pees on the floor!

    They dig, they shed,
    they claw, they shred.
    They get in your laundry,
    and make their bed!

    With all that they break,
    and all they destroy,
    they’re still the best little girls,
    and good little boys.

    When you come home,
    from a long hard day,
    they’re always right there,
    and ready to play.

    They love us so good.
    They love us so well.
    Even when our world,
    is going to hell.

    When my heart is broken,
    and the tears start to flow,
    I run to your shoulder,
    and let it all go.

    You won’t be here forever,
    so I try to make it the best.
    I focus on the good things,
    and forget about the rest.

    Whenever our bond is broken,
    I know it always will mend.
    That’s why they call you,
    “Man’s Best Friend”.

    Matthew L Jablonsky

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    • Hey Matthew. Thank you for sharing your humorous story about your best friend! I needed this laugh today. Dogs are almost like children. They torment through our belongings without a care in the world, but it’s absolutely out of genuine curiosity. “They chew, they bite” reminds me of my father’s American Bully that he had. Our dog would chew right…read more

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  • Kara Kukovich shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

    Uniquely Free

    You may call me a freak,
    But I prefer unique.
    You may think my thoughts strange,
    But at least I’m not deranged.
    So let me explain
    Why weird is better than plain.

    While others follow the herd,
    I fly off like a bird,
    Forging my own route
    Where my dreams can sprout.
    The path may be rougher,
    But it’ll only make me tougher.

    Alone you may find me.
    Though lonely I will never be
    For I am friends with the best,
    The beasts, and bees, and all the rest
    Who don’t ever mind
    That I am different than their kind.

    Uninhibited, but aware,
    I slip through the snare
    That society has laid to trap,
    Baited with shiny, useless crap,
    To keep us caught in the machine.
    Shedding social mores, I flee the scene.

    Travelling far and wide
    I’ve found others on my side.
    They do not talk or dress like me,
    But they, too, long to be free.
    Together our mix-match crew
    Form fine families anew.

    So, you see, in the end
    I will not break or bend
    For fitting in is not my worry,
    Nor am I sad or sorry
    About those who’ve shut me out.
    It’s their loss only, without a doubt.

    Kara Kukovich

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    • Hi Kara, This piece was beautifully written. I cherish the rhymes in each stanza. You describe freedom using unique imagery and compare yourself to nature. It makes me realize that we are naturally connected to nature in a prolific way. Thank you so much for sharing your vision in a profound and naturalistic way!

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    • I love this piece! Keep embracing your uniqueness! I am going to feature this piece in our newsletter today. <3 Lauren

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  • TheRozethatstayRedd shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

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  • Rockell Carey shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

    A Poetic Letter

    How do I weave these words without a stir,
    When fate and I engage in a silent war?
    Who shall bend, who shall break,
    In this quest for love, for dreams that wake?

    Forever I thought, we’d be side by side,
    For without you, my heart cannot abide.
    But love, elusive, a cruel friend to me,
    Fate clings tight while I seek to be free.

    In shadows of doubt, my faith slipped away,
    Mankind fractured the fairytale I’d play.
    Yet a whisper urged me to pause, to refrain,
    To gather my strength, to rise once again.

    Before I speak to the one I adore,
    May I pen you this letter, a wish to explore?
    How do I express this without causing fear,
    When all I hold dear is right here, near?

    Once a believer, now lost in despair,
    As the years turned cold, I paused to repair.
    Yet in all the chaos, your love shines bright,
    A shield for my heart, a guiding light.

    She sees me, all of me, calls me to stay,
    To turn from the fear that might lead me astray.
    With devotion, I stand, no trespass intended,
    Ask for your heart, a journey unended.

    If I must depart, I promise, I swear,
    Your heart will be tender, beyond all compare.
    I fear not the path that love leads me down,
    For with you, my darling, I’ve found solid ground.

    When you know, you know; I spoke with my fate,
    Not just a dream, but my future awaits.
    Eager to share this life, hand in hand,
    With Heaven above, blessing our land.

    Pride laid aside, with desires fulfilled,
    In your radiant presence, my heart’s gently thrilled.
    Every want and every need, no longer concealed,
    I’m enraptured by you, our bond revealed.

    Breathtaking and brilliant, both heart and mind,
    I pinch myself daily, in awe of the find.
    Is this love, this wonder, beneath my feet?
    A reality blossoming, beautifully sweet.

    So here’s to the journey as I’ve fallen anew,
    All fears that once haunted have melted from view.
    For she sees all of me, and I wish to stay,
    As love blooms between us, come what may.

    Rockell Carey

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    • Rockwell, I love the twists and turns in this poem. Your ambitious words at the beginning show how you were in doubt about love, but in the end, you find someone who accepts you for who you are and lets their soulful energy shine bright. Your poem has a happy, ever-after ending as you battle fear, letting someone give you their heart…read more

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  • michae1 shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

    What you see is what you get

    What you see is what you get.
    If I’m showing interest
    You probably feel it,
    If Im ignoring, you’ve
    Lost my interest.
    I’m no longer seeking
    Another relationship.
    I’m now looking for my “best friend”
    As she will do all the goofey
    Things laugh and play,
    Argue and disagree
    while still remaining
    A friend in need.
    That’s the only relationship
    I’m looking for.
    What you see is what you get.
    Somedayz I’m confident,
    Other’s seem like auto pilot.
    Somedayz I’m quiet,
    Stuck in my thoughts
    Lost in my head
    Probably feeling a Lil depressed.
    Somedayz I’m happy As can be
    Feeling like,
    Nothing can bother me.
    And there are
    Somedayz that I could feel
    All of these feelings.
    What you see is what you get.

    Michael L George jr

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    • Michael, thank you for being so outspoken in this poem. It is a great encouragement never to change who you are, no matter what perspectives people have on you. “What you see is what you get” is a compelling quote in today’s world. It resonates with you, staying grounded in your image and your personality and not letting anyone deteriorate you…read more

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      • Thanks there were lots
        Of ups & downs that lead,
        To this point. I guess only
        Experience can defy the meaning.
        But thanks for putting the effort
        Into reading!

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  • Kearston Knapp shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

    Growing Pains

    The current weight of the state, that I left me in; almost done me in.. How did I get here, AGAIN?! Ah, I see.. I lost the traction to believe – in ME; Not the ‘me’ imprisoned by fear, failure and lack; but the young one, tucked way deep down in the back.. The back of mind, heart and core; laced up with ribbons of dysfunction, pain and trauma from all the years before; Her voice ever softened crying out for solace- HELP ME! I plead.. save me from this space – place seeded in me – help me escape this world- this construct; empty and fake. I can feel the echoes of her small trembling voice reverberating in my ears; “Why can’t I be like my peers?” Heart and eyes swelling with tears.. arms outstretched longing for someone to hold me, console me; not scold the the unsalved bits of my soul.. It’s deafening and it’s taking it toll; pushing with a force, a steady strength and pace.. ever inching to the ledge; the edge of my escape or fate? Then I hear it, my voice of most high ”Remember who you are! You will not roll over, give up, throw in the towel or say goodbye! For salvation, peace and true freedom is nigh.. Your work here isn’t finished, there’s still so much left for you to do; You my sweet child have NOTHING TO PROVE! Just share your truth.” Here is the secret to dismantle the chaos: When you’re standing with your back against the wall; looking into the eyes of those awaiting your fall – release the breath you’re holding; dreading the notion of having to start again at a crawl.. Let the cards and mask, drop, fall where they must – without a whimper, tear or fuss; for you are not alone: and there ARE ones you can trust. Let them hear you my darling; for this is your calling! Can you hear me, my tribe? NO VOICE is too small; It’s why we have each other in this life; after all.
    *With all my unconditional love, Shell*

    KShell

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    • Hi KShell, I love the beginning of this masterpiece, where you state how you lost believing in your inner child. That connects with me because I tend to forget my younger adolescence when I was free and did not care what anyone said about me and how I looked. I also forget that younger version due to trauma and all the hardships that I have been…read more

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  • Hillary Rosenthal shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

    Bounadries are Elastic

    a line we draw,
    Ever changing yet-
    Rarely executed as conceived.
    An idea beyond your skill level-
    You draw the line,
    You make up your mind-
    You’ll accept nothing less…
    Then it stretches and breaks,
    You’ve got a chance to draw again.

    It takes a lifetime of mistakes.
    Or perhaps one very enlighteneing day-
    Your lines are yours to draw,
    Your choices yours to color.
    bounadries are yours to make,
    With each relationship or day-
    They change…
    that’s okay.
    Some people never find them,
    Some never pick up the pencil-
    To draw a line for their being-
    To ask themselves what they believe in,
    Draw your lines- confidently.
    Devote yourself to them
    As if you are someone you love-
    Stick to them unfailingly.
    Just like an etch a sketch-
    Always feel free to give them a shake.
    When YOU are compelled-
    Your life is yours to draw the lines & create.

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    • Hey Hilary. Thank you for sharing your metaphor that boundaries and life decisions can be flexible. I admire how you use detailed imagery drawing, the line, and creating the life we want, although we sometimes set our boundaries low. But that is the best part about having an elastic set of boundaries and life choices. I appreciate your reminder in…read more

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    • Boundaries are SO important, yet sometimes they can be hard to make. People can guilt you and try to break you down, but those are the people who you need to be the most firm with as far as your boundaries. It is ALWAYS ok to create peace for yourself. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren

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  • Tasha Meadows shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

    Midnight

    Half a lifetime ago,
    I buried a future
    in these woods.
     
    Vowing then 
    never to return.  

    Refusing to revisit
    a painfully lost vision
    left broken in a history
    full of revision and derision.  
     
    But, tonight 
    I returned.

    To seek forgiveness,
    from the lost life 
    I buried alive.

    Drawing a deep breath,
    I stepped into the past.

    Following old instincts
    down lost winding trails
    in the late evening heat.

    As songbirds flew quiet overhead,
    and dry leaves cried under my feet.
     
    Rushing, familiar winds
          howled in both ears,
    feeding old, tired fears.
     
    Everything has changed, but still 
    everything is the same.

    I walked through mangled 
    forgotten trees,
    that ceased being haunted
    but were clearly diseased.

    Her screams cut through my anxieties.

    She remembers me.

    I ran, frantic, 
    without thought.
    I still knew the spot. 
     
    Dropping to my knees 
    as dark clouds stole
    the last light.
     
    I dug.
    I clawed.

    I fought to find
    the part of my mind
    I was working to refine,
    but buried alive  
    before its time. 

    Is this it?
    Is my future over?
    Is this the end? 

    A deep coldness
    crept over my skin,
    as I began to give in.
     
    It was then.
    She took my hand. 
    A fiery grip from within.

    Light rushed into my heart.
    And courage flashed in my eyes. 

    For the first time in so many times,
    I stood with a rush of adrenaline.

    Finally, 
    ready to live again.

    _tasha_

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    • This gave me goosebumps
      As I have tried to
      Dig up what made me
      Live love and laugh
      Now I’m living loving and laughing
      With some of my past buried

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  • TheRozethatstayRedd shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

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  • TaMara E'Lan G. shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months, 1 weeks ago

    Love Still Lives On

    Love still lives on

    There are promises that surpasses this world,
    often filled with things in life we can’t comprehend.
    Yet when we take a moment to be still and believe,
    there is a song that’s being played on the wind.
    When the breeze caresses your tear streaked face,
    when you grieve in despair that they’re gone,
    we must remember that love never dies
    in the light and in our hearts love still lives on.
    When the raindrops fall and mingle with tears,
    when the sun rises and sets on days hard and long,
    allow the rays of God’s love and light to engulf you,
    for in God’s embrace is proof that love still lives on.
    That random butterfly or strange cloud in the sky,
    that whisper or suddenly you hear that special song.
    Our loved ones are always near and with us,
    giving those signs that their love still lives on.
    To grieve is human and we know,
    that the process is never a straight line.
    There are moments when you can laugh and smile,
    there are moments when you may feel out of your mind.
    Beloved feel what you feel when you feel it,
    for each of us will grieve in different ways.
    Yet be compassionate to others and yourself,
    it’s a path we all have to walk and ultimately take.
    Allow your village of lights to surround and lift you,
    may the Lord comfort your hearts all along,
    for the word says “I will give everlasting life”
    that’s a promise from God that love still lives on.
    Fill your spirit with affirmations and memories,
    know that in the midst of life’s storms you are never alone.
    May God strengthen you always with heavenly kisses,
    a reminder that love never dies when love still lives on.

    TaMara E'Lan G.

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    • TaMara, thank you so much for this poem! Reading this gave me inspiration through my grieving journey. As days feel dark I still look up to God who is bigger than all my troubles and struggles. Thank you for this reminder TaMara

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  • Sylvia Collazo shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months, 1 weeks ago

    Who I’m Meant to Be

    I am not where I come from
    That’s not my identity
    Though it somehow fashioned me

    The way I talk and the way I walk
    Always looking round me
    That’s that city mentality

    But it doesn’t fully define me
    I am more of where I’m going
    The place that awaits me

    The welcome mat of glory
    That’s my destiny

    The beginning was just the start
    of this journey that takes me
    to where I long to be

    It was a time and place for which most will forget
    But that which lies ahead,
    That’s majestic yet

    So it doesn’t matter where or how I started
    What matters is where I will be
    Eternity

    This tainted skin
    the crevices found on my body
    the cuts and scrapes
    the tears that remain

    the weight on my shoulders that pressed down so deeply
    That I could barely breathe deeply

    None of that fully defines me
    for this is just the journey

    And yes there is value to this journey
    You gotta look around and breathe it in take it all in
    Still what matters most is what lies ahead in the distance, in the horizon,
    The shining glory,
    that’s where I’m going to be
    that’s me

    Sylvia

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    • Hello Sylvia. I admire the metaphors and imagery used in your poem. Your words have a deep, soulful connection with knowing who you are and not how societal views dictate who you are in human form. It encourages you to stay true to your spirit and not to believe everything you see or hear. Your words are unique and powerful; your poem shows what…read more

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  • Dead Poet of the Astro shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months, 1 weeks ago

    Unique & Peculiar

    “We’re led by a force that we believe is outside of ourselves. Pulled to the most beautiful things, we subject ourselves to experience the most wretched—duality in and of itself. Each experience separate from the meaning we assign to it, unique to every one of us. And so, in the end, when all of my life is behind me, I will still never know yours—except in passing.”

    Dee

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