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  • I shouldn’t have lost my friend

    Everyone has that friend. The one you who walks into your house without knocking or calling first. The one who invites herself over for dinner. The one who answers every text within seconds because she understands your anxiety. The one who sends you birthday cards in the mail even though they see you every day in person but they know it will be more special that way. I remember the last time I saw you. I remember driving in your car and stopping at the store, I remember you sneaking me a cigarette even though I wasn’t supposed to be smoking. I remember sitting outside your apartment laughing and planning what to do to celebrate both of our birthdays because they fell so close together. I remember your birthday. You should be 36 now. Instead you’re forever 33. No one ever tells you that losing a friend forever is one of the hardest things you’ll have to go through in life. Losing the person you tell every detail about your day to is like losing your dominant hand. it’s kind of hard to do everything without it. It’s kind of hard to do everything we used to do now, without you. No one ever tells you how hard it is to lose that friend because no one is supposed to lose that friend.

    Sherry Noble

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  • Sherry Noble shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 1 days, 5 hours ago

    Learning positivity

    Dear Unsealers,

    I am a 36 year old woman and wife to my 39 year old husband. My husband was diagnosed with primary progressive MS in 2013 the year we met and also got married (when you know you know!) At first the only visible sign from the outside looking at him was his gait and poor balance, he always appeared to be drunk when you watched him walk. From his perspective, he could no longer see out of his right eye, which became permanent, he was retaining urine which was not safe, he was having a hard time doing his job which involved using his hands and fine tools due to neuropathy like symptoms. Now he uses a cane and a walker and takes medication for spasms in his legs. Now he has also bein diagnosed with major neurocognitive disorder which is a basic open term for dementia. I am his caregiver with the help of a home health aid 12 hours a week. Neither of us expected to be in this position when we met in January of 2013 and married that September. It progressed rather fast and more than likely won’t stop. My husband has a great attitude though which is amazing for him, and so hard for me sometimes, I’ll admit. Sometimes I want to talk about everything and cry, but he already pushed it out and doesn’t think about it like I do somehow. He’s teaching me in his own way how to be more optimistic and less stressed over things you can’t control. I have my own illnesses, mental illnesses, that flare so to speak when I am stressed and it’s helpful to be with such a strong person. Sometimes I don’t know if I have it in me to be a wife and a caregiver to the same person at such a young age; then I think about how we’re helping each other out in different ways I just forget to see it that way, the way it is.

    Sherry Noble

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    • Sherry,
      I just wanted you to know your letter about your husband has encouraged me to always look on the bright side of things, and except people for who they are (including conditions). You do have it in you to continue taking care of him, and your honest transparency letter proves just that. Thanks for being a good friend.

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  • Oswald Perez shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 days, 23 hours ago

    Welcome, May!

    Dear, Unsealers:

    It’s the first day of the month of May.

    April seemed to go by quickly. As one does when they participated in National Poetry Writing Month.

    The calendar resets for the next thirty-one days. Spring is in full bloom.

    With the opening day of the month being a Wednesday, I welcome the month by way of haiku, an imperfect one…

    As the fifth month begins
    Thirty one new days arrive
    A welcome, to May!

    Oswald Perez

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  • Jahnari Nicholas shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 3 days, 17 hours ago

    No todo el amor es igual

    In life, we say I love you,
    Many won’t mean what they say.
    In poetry, we say I love and then we take you somewhere further than outer space.

    I say I love you to many in many different ways,
    Love is too complicated then dares to never make sense.

    There are so many ways to love someone only real love could understand the rest.

    I love her as my Nurturer,
    An artist who molded the most beautiful clay,
    The momma bear whose cubs never starved a day.

    I love him as my Foundation,
    The cement of my soul when the tides of life wash the rest of me away,
    The tesla of my heart he made me the light on your darkest days.

    I love him as my own heart,
    The fragile passion none could ever corrupt or dethrone,
    The hero to my sidekick for as long as he lives I’ll never let him truly be alone,
    He looks out for me, I’m his almost clone.

    I love her as the earth loves the sky,
    Sometimes she is my shade,
    Sometimes she brings the rain,
    Sometimes she may be the storm,
    The mother of the artist,
    She is the vision that the masterpiece was made for.

    I love him as my mentor,
    The flame of my candle when lost in the dark,
    The script to the play when I never had a chance to practice my part,
    The man behind the blueprint to a better-built heart.

    I love them as my brothers,
    A bond close to kin,
    Should they never question my loyalty,
    We save each other from our sins.

    I love them as my sisters,
    A love to fill a void of the things never had,
    A love to protect and be vulnerable when things are good or bad.

    I love them as family,
    The kindest faces the ones we have yet to meet,
    The only love that times has yet to defeat.
    An impossible connection that defies the very ground beneath your feet.

    I love her as the moon
    Her love is my sun
    No earth in sight,
    A connection stronger than the deadliest spider web none has ever spun.

    I love her as her escape
    No interest in whether she deserves peace,
    I’ll be her chance to just run away,
    If she goes too far or finds herself lost,
    I’ll love her as her return
    For things that need her most could never recover from such loss.

    I love them as their comfort,
    I place they can be safe,
    I’ll be their pillar until they need a pillow,
    I’ll be both for them on my best days,
    I’ll also be their discomfort because growth won’t happen any other way.

    As for myself, my love is a Thorny mirror
    For the things that I feel are a reflection of what I serve.
    A taste-blind chef with intentions of shaking the world.
    I love myself in a place of solitude as the one who hates to love alone.
    I’ve been so far from where I was I forgot that I’ve passed where I wanted to go.
    That’s what happens when aren’t looking ahead.
    Now I just want to be bonded with the dream I’ve always had love for a gamble on a shooting star.
    Memories of the longest chapter I’ve ever written so far.
    Love for the one who always gets a page no matter what chapter I’m on.

    Jahnari A Nicholas

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  • Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 3 days, 19 hours ago

    This chapter # 5

    Today is the first day of the rest of my life,
    Therefore, every next one I’m in-is a new chapter.
    Every morning, I wake up, God’s mercies to me are new-
    So, with on my heart, His daily touch- I am able to prove…
    That I love Him, that I am thankful-that He is the only One able
    To mold and strengthen my life, because it’s so easily breakable.

    Just one more day to prove-how much for others I will lose.
    And know that my tears for others are real,
    Because always for the next person, I’m to lift up-
    I’ll lose if they can gain, the Master of the universe to me explains…
    That He was there always, and is there forever-
    He has placed His Word inside of me. as the greatest Treasure!

    A time to be married to my beautiful wife,
    A time to live with my kids,
    Time and again to prove my life is (for others) to give!
    A time to know, a time of notion
    A time to grow in the fact connection,
    That helping others build, is in-tact protection.

    A chapter to heal with the faithful “Unsealed”
    Understanding (unworthily) I have been blessed for real!
    whether I look back, or pierce through ahead
    Life is still permanently on track, my life is hid-my life is dead!
    But that’s a good thing…Because it’s the old life that’s dead!

    It makes me smile as I cry…
    Knowing all the while-my soul will never die!
    Rather in eternity-with Christ is life forever,
    And best of all, while down here on this earth…
    Is to show my schizophrenia has no worth-
    Over the grace of God-that I cling to endeavor!

    As chance and chapter to prove purity-is more dominant than deceit
    With the bowels of the new heart and spirit-God has freely given me!!!

    …Amen

    4-24-24

    Timothy T. Willett

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  • Don't wait up for me.

    I hope you weren’t up late that night waiting for me.
    I knew the hour wasn’t great to call.
    I had priorities in life-
    I felt my back against the wall.
    Also seemed there wasn’t much I could discuss with you or say.
    And then the moment changed my life.
    When I got word that you had passed away.
    I actually felt my world stop spinning .
    I stepped back taking look at myself.
    Knowing precisely at that moment –
    How Lonely that you must have felt.
    And every day that passes now
    You are in my thoughts more so.
    A better person I strive to be
    Because that’s the only way that I can grow.
    I want to say I am so sorry
    I wasn’t there when my time you did need.
    This Letter goes out to Someone…
    Remember to Cherish the people you Love
    Without selfishness & greed.

    Darlene L. Montoya

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  • Cierra Jackson shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 weeks, 2 days ago

    The Nimbus

    Give me peaches like burning clouds.

    The vermillion mass of blankets reflects off the Vermilion Great Lakes.

    Like the raging sorrow and disbelief that my heart floats upon.

    Intensity blooms in the latitude as I see you for the last time.

    A weeping willow as I cry under the tree.

    Eyes drooping with rainstorms.

    Nothing more seems to amaze me.

    As the pull of your spirits linger.

    Sunshine beams fearlessly through the hurricane of Venus like clouds.

    “Be as thy presence is gracious and kind” something you would tell me when my mind tornadoes.

    Mind flustered with dazzling memories.

    Lightning over me with your nourishing energy that conveys everywhere I drift on Earth.

    Our compressed bond brings me back to resilience.

    I will always levitate on the sweet joy that you left behind.

    Cierra Jackson

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  • Sonya Eldridge shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 1 weeks, 2 days ago

    Defeating Bi-polar

    Today I have decided to tell my story. I suffer from bipolar. I was diagnosed with the mental disorder over 20 years ago. I have been through alot. It has been a real problem most of my life.
    It was triggered after I had my second child. It was a nightmare 😔. I ended up being hospitalized several times over the course of twenty years. I will do my best to explain the horror of it all. I remember having one episode after another. Each episode was very exhausting and dramatic. I would block out a lot of the different personalities and triggers of emotional dynamics. It was so 😫 tiring.
    I will try to explain one of my episodes to give you an idea of it all. Well, it all begins with not taking my medication. It slowly turns into a horror movie. I hear voices and act out several different personalities in my mind. I begin to have spells of crying dramatically having thoughts of despair. I was on edge and going down a bottomless pit of not wanting to be here anymore 😪. Yet, in most circumstances I didn’t want to kill myself because an angelic voice told me, ” no” don’t do it! I say, “okay” most times. Smh.
    In these drastic times I have family who did help me like my mother. And that was important and fortunate because at these times it is good to have positive support systems in your life.
    In most cases my family would call 911 and have a rescue squad come get me. In this case, I can’t stop crying. I wanted to leave! I wanted to go away! My family would say that I was going to the hospital. My main support is my mother. She was always there for me.
    Once the ambulance 🚑 arrived I felt like I was in a horrible movie. This has happened to me several times over the years. Yet on this particular case the ENT would come in from the ambulance slowly one my one. They see I’m distraught and incoherent. I don’t know who I was at this point. I’m yelling for no reason and crying for no reason. I can’t understand what is going on. The police also came in…and it got worse. They felt like I would hurt myself or others and so one officer threatened to taze me. I said please don’t..please give me some water to drink. They did.
    They slowly calmed me down and then my casemanager came in to also help out.
    They asked her several questions to understand why I was like this. She told them that I was bipolar. I am so sick at this point. I have felt supernatural powers around me. I would say, ” I see angels”. They weren’t really visible but a feeling of goodness and calming voices.
    So this contributes and adds to my psychotic behavior 🤔. That is what I felt.
    I want to tell you the experience of being INSIDE THE AMBULANCE 🚑. Once I get inside the ambulance I felt like i was being ported to an experimental place. I was scared!!!!!This particular personality in me was very informative. I was talking a great deal like I was literally someone else.
    One ENT said that he had never seen anything like this before. I finally got to the emergency room. Once there I begin, to yell and bring attention to myself. The police 🚔 officers were staring at me. A guard was placed at the entrance of my room door. I was being watched for over 24 hours. After a while a psychiatric doctor told me I would be admitted to a room in the hospital.
    Now, I was on the floor of the psychiatric unit. Once I was in my own room I was in a bed. In some cases I was given medication to help relax me and I would sleep for hours.
    So this was a particular bipolar experience. The next day, after being monitored I had to learn and come to appreciate little things again. Showering 🚿, brushing my teeth, wearing a hospital gown, and being served my breakfast lunch and dinner. This was a safe place.
    Once I stayed a couple of weeks I was let go. I had a team of supporters around to help me. I had a case worker, a psychiatrist, and medical doctor coming in to see me. I felt much better. This was going to begin to be a part of my life for over 20 years. It is hard. But I will say I’m currently doing ok. So remember you are not alone. Be positive. Find good supporters in your circumstances. I hope this helps someone. Thank you for hearing my story. I am beating bipolar.

    Sonya Eldridge

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  • Kevin Lowe shared a letter in the Group logo of Women's EmpowermentWomen's Empowerment group 1 weeks, 3 days ago

    A Beacon of Light for Sexual Assault Survivors

    Have you ever felt trapped by a secret, burdened by its weight and wondering if sharing it could bring you relief or further pain? This is a silence many, unfortunately, know all too well.

    Today, I want to share with you the story of Lauren Brill, a woman whose journey from the depths of traumatic silence to the heights of empowerment and entrepreneurship is nothing less than inspirational.

    The Silence That Echoes
    In the aftermath of the night that would forever change Lauren’s story, she found herself in a place of silence—a silence shared by many who have experienced sexual assault. This silence is not just the absence of words but a stifling barrier to healing and understanding.

    For years, Lauren carried the heavy burden of her experience, shielded from the world, concerned about the impact its revelation would have on her loving parents.

    From Secret to Superpower
    Yet, in a pivotal moment of bravery, Lauren chose to share her story in an open letter to other sexual assault survivors. What happened next, Lauren could have never imagined.

    Her letter went viral! The professional athletes she had known as a sports reporter had her back. One person shared her letter, and that set off a chain reaction.

    And then something remarkable happened. Her secret, which once felt like a chain holding her back, finally shattered, setting her free! Lauren transformed her secret into her superpower!

    By breaking her silence, Lauren not only freed herself but also ignited a spark to challenge societal norms and advocate for others.

    With Transformation Comes Change
    As Lauren herself began to evolve, so did her outer world. What was, is no more. What once fit like a glove now feels too tight, too restrictive. Once a dream job in sports broadcasting no longer aligned with the woman she had become.

    Have you ever felt that a path you were on just didn’t fit who you were anymore? Did you stay on track, or did you make a change?

    Lauren made a monumental decision — to leave her once dream job and pursue a new dream.

    She founded ‘The Unsealed’, a platform that allows people to share their own stories of hurt and loss, wins and victories, challenges and opportunities. Ultimately, Lauren Brill chose authenticity over security.

    Building a Community of Courage & Trust
    ‘The Unsealed’ is more than a platform; it’s a community built on the power of vulnerability, trust, and courage. Here, individuals are encouraged to write open letters about their life experiences, each carrying a positive message of hope to the reader.

    This act of sharing is not just therapeutic—it’s transformative. It builds a bridge between isolation and community, fostering an environment where resilience flourishes through collective support.

    Your Role in This Story
    As you absorb the impact of Lauren’s story on your own life, consider how your own stories of silence could be unleashed to create a global movement. I encourage you to ask yourself those big questions…

    How could I use my own life-changing experiences to empower both myself and others? Whether it’s a conversation you need to have, a letter you need to write, or support you wish to offer, remember: your voice has power. Your story matters.

    Lauren’s transformation from a survivor of silence to a beacon of hope is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. It’s a reminder that even in our darkest moments, there is hope to be found. Just understand, sometimes, we must travel down the road a ways before we are able to truly understand how the events of yesterday have impacted our lives today.

    So, the final question to be asked… What silence will you break? What new path will you forge? Let’s take inspiration from Lauren and move towards a future where our voices are heard, our stories are shared, and our spirits are unbreakable!

    Don’t Miss Lauren’s Full Story… Able to be heard inside of Episode #282 of the podcast – Grit, Grace, & Inspiration.

    Remember, you are amazing, incredible, and simply perfect, just as you are! Never let anyone or anything make you believe any different. Let your truth be heard and your light shine!

    Kevin Lowe - Podcast Host & Purpose-Driven Coach Grit, Grace, & Inspiration

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  • You Will Survive

    When you feel caught in a vacuum
    Because people didn’t see the value,
    You brought to the kitchen table,
    Won’t change the fact that,
    You are more than capable.
    Your worth is immeasurable.
    You are very valuable.

    In a world that may seem unstable,
    Don’t let doubt make you retract,
    You have the power to impact.
    You are stronger than you think,
    And you are more than enough.
    You are loved even on the days you feel worse. 


    Keep running.
    Always believe in yourself, don’t hesitate,
    You have the potential to create.
    I know you can do it!
    See, you’re already doing it!
     
    Give yourself grace
    To run your own race.
    If you keep the faith alive,
    I know you will survive.

    -From Reflections of a Hopeful Romantic by Stephanie Anyaoha

    Stephanie Anyaoha, PMHNP (Steph Zion)

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    • I love the strength in this piece:

      You have the power to impact.
      You are stronger than you think,
      And you are more than enough.
      You are loved even on the days you

      I am going to include it in today’s newsletter <3 Lauren

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      • Lauren,
        Thank you so much for your kind words!
        I really appreciate your support!
        I wrote that piece when I was at a very low point in my life and wanted to give up.
        I hope it will inspire others to keep running their race.
        All the best!

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  • delightfulchaos shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 weeks, 6 days ago

    The Lost Sight

    People all around have lost their sight
    In return has made this world loose its light
    Hate and darkness are spread
    while people try to hide it all with meds
    Instead of opening their eyes they become more blind
    which makes the light harder to find
    People are becoming more like animals losing sight of humanity
    Which is destroying the future you see
    We all secretly want the same thing
    to truly be loved & not shown pain
    We forget to be the person we needed when we were younger
    especially when that darkness hit with that Hungers
    People can always be the change in this world & save humanity
    Even if it just starts with you and little Ol me
    Someone must finally open their eyes
    To see past all the masks, disguises, & lies
    Just as easy as hate can spread
    Love & Kindness could be instead
    One match can bring light to the dark
    The dark cannot overpower the spark
    Unless you give that power away
    Nobody can make or break your day
    Working together for the greater good
    Has been somehow misunderstood
    It is time we all open our hearts & quit being sheep
    Show love instead & let the evil sow what it reap

    Delightfully Chaotic

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  • Dr. Cortnie S. Baity, LMFT shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 weeks ago

    A WORTHWHILE JOURNEY OF ENDURANCE & FAITH: GROWTH

    The maze of life, we wander, we strive,
    Through twists and turns, where paths collide,
    Each step a dance of pain and joy,
    As we chase dreams that hope employ.
    Through valleys deep and mountains high,
    We journey on, beneath the sky,
    With hearts that ache and souls that yearn,
    For the lessons learned at every turn.
    In the darkest of times,
    We stumble, we fall,
    Sometimes we even lose our sight,
    But from the shadows, once more we emerge,
    With newfound strength,
    After every storm, comes a surge.
    For in the depths of despair we find, The resilience of humankind.
    We rise from ashes, refusing to fold,
    A testament to faith and resilience—cheers to the courageous and bold
    For growth is not a straight-lined path,
    It’s up and downs, twists, and turns
    But we find our way, becoming free at last
    So let us cherish the journey we choose,
    For they remind us who we are and what happens if you refuse to lose,
    A testament to our strength and grace
    Yes, we rise and fall, yet rise again and again…
    Knowing that trouble won’t last always and if you don’t give up, you will win.
    So ride life’s wave, in God’s embrace.
    Trust your path—you’ve got what it takes.

    Dr. Cortnie S. Baity, LMFT

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    • Greetings, your poem beautifully captures the ups and downs of life’s journey, offering encouragement and hope to readers. Your use of vivid imagery and a rhythmic flow convey themes of perseverance and resilience, bravo! Overall, it’s an inspiring ode to the human spirit.

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  • Raheli Conde shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 weeks, 2 days ago

    Galaxy Brothers & Sisters

    The stars, my brothers & sisters,
    How much I miss all thee
    To see you, shiny, bright optimists –
    Such a deep positivity to guide.

    So many of you all, those stars –
    The houses, cities, industries, beings
    Dull you now, and so, so few
    of you shine as bright, barely gleaning.
    Now, not as many of you
    Illuminate and shining to inspire
    Amongst the rest of mankind.
    I miss seeing you as I did back there . . .

    I lay there in the vast school valley
    No major lights, here third world style.
    Cast myself away from the US, I fled,
    practically now an exile.
    I came to understand more of the world
    Wanting to see if I can do any good.
    Lying, wishing to be in the space purl,
    There in the dark of the African continent.
    I smile with peace and such ease
    While looking up at those grand stars,
    Milky Way, galaxies, while a scant breeze
    waves across my skirt and the tall grass.

    My Earthly Family, those stars
    mine, yours, our representative.
    This view, this experience,
    I rushed over, not so tentative/
    To learn so much, but the stars
    Illuminated the sky and world
    So much brightness and loveliness,
    and so much did unfurl.
    I’ll never feel like this again.

    Those days over in Tanzania
    will forever last in memory
    That life, those stars, now as unglistened
    In this sky so uncomplimentary

    Sharing now that life is short.
    I’ll enjoy it as best as I did under
    The Tanzania stars and sky.

    Raheli Conde

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    • Greetings, your description of yearning for the beauty of the stars amidst the routine of life is quite striking. It contrasts the grandeur of the universe with the limitations of human existence, leaving a poignant reminder of life’s fleeting nature. Splendidly written.

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  • With me

    I am the girl that can come off a bit clingy
    Often scaring those who cross my path.
    My thoughts may seem a bit stringy
    Coming off to one like a bloodbath.
    I will shoot for the stars
    Providing those I love with my support.
    Depending who looks you can see the scars
    This makes some want to abort.
    Giving my all with folks that let her through
    As they becoming a part of the life.
    There are pieces only few knew
    I will occasionally show it all within a rife.
    No one can tell me who I am
    I do not follow a diagram.

    Lexi Mae

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    • I absolutely relate to being the “clingy” friend. I wish I had your wisdom when I was your age. I loved it hearing for the first time tonight and I love it again reading and processing it in my own time.

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  • Lexi Mae Edwards shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 weeks, 3 days ago

    The Self Journey

    Following down a path
    that was out of the ordinary.
    Discovering herself threw all the wrath
    Bouncing around such as a fairy.
    The harmfulness inside
    can consume her on the daily
    She is no longer trying to hide
    Realizing she probably was never gaily.
    The spark of who she is becoming
    Is bright within
    Hearing the constant humming
    Without all of the sin.
    This girl is giving it her all
    never worried on if she will fall.

    Lexi Mae

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    • “The spark of who she is becoming
      Is bright within”

      I love this line. I have felt this line. I can’t wait to see you continue on your path and reveal your purpose! <3 Lauren

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    • Greetings, your celebration of resilience and authenticity is wonderfully written. It encourages perseverance and self-acceptance, highlighting the strength of embracing one’s true identity. I hope this becomes a reality and a source of encouragement for everyone in their self-discovery journey.

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  • Lexi Mae Edwards shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 weeks, 3 days ago

    The little girl

    Looking into the mirror
    I see the smile from her.
    The find feels clearer
    I finally found where you were.
    Noticing the smile
    That follows around.
    Anyone could spot it from a mile
    Finding what startled her from the ground.
    Did I mention the bliss
    From you walking through that door.
    It’s safe you will not be a dismiss
    We are ready to explore.
    The possibilities that are within
    Not that I no wear you thin.

    Lexi Mae

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  • The Matrix

    The Matrix

    I wake up like I never went to bed.
    Sleep is upon my open eyes,
    yet they are glazed and scarlet red.
    I don’t remember what happened yesterday,
    nor do I have a semblance of what the day holds.
    I schedule my life out to stop the mind decay.
    I sip my coffee until I realize for two hours it’s been cold.
    I glance around myself,
    “When did I put that picture on my wall?”
    “Did I put it together or buy that bookshelf?”
    Sometimes I wonder if there’s someone I could call?
    But for everyone living their lives,
    going to school, work, home, sleep-
    It really wouldn’t make sense to hear my cries.
    I can’t remember how my mind got so deep.
    How I can’t recollect moving into this apartment.
    I know I pay for bills, electric and such,
    I have a garage that has my car now with a dent,
    I mean I remember that much.
    I used to go to college,
    I had a friend, I think.
    But school never taught me a good message.
    I always felt blue and everyone was pink,
    like I had a mask.
    I was so perfect, smart and happy,
    but at home, there was always a panic attack waiting for me,
    a part no one could, nor would ever see.
    Somehow I stopped driving to college.
    I had several jobs and goals,
    yet I couldn’t find my true meaning or message.
    Outside I seemed successful with my methods and morals,
    but it seems there’s a part of my soul left behind,
    somewhere along moving out and now,
    I lost my mind.
    Either that or the matrix has me now under its hold.
    Somedays I feel the grass under my feet,
    and other times
    I can’t even look at myself without wanting to retreat.
    Cause somewhere along the lines,
    I lost me,
    and I don’t think I can get her back.
    Somewhere on the other side of the root and the tree,
    ss the life of that little girl I now lack.
    God, I just want to wake up sometimes
    without shocking myself with my own touch.
    To not wonder If I committed any crimes,
    cause my hands are calloused and rough,
    From something I can’t even remember,
    or can even give a second thought.
    When I go to sleep at night
    It’s with dread and regret,
    that I have no idea what happened in this fight.
    But what can you do as you watch the sun set,
    It’s the matrix.
    Maybe one day,
    someone will come and it will all be,
    fixed.

    Frankie Baker

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  • Lexi Mae Edwards shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 weeks, 3 days ago

    Reliving 222

    The spirit takes my soul back
    to a day that was not long ago.
    Sitting on a rack
    as if there’s something that needed a show.
    Remembering key phrases
    that I would say.
    The body raises
    to realize it was my favorite day.
    Twos flooded the room
    as I would turn to you.
    Watching our love start to bloom
    then it was my cue.
    Waking to the realization
    there’s no need for any hesitation.

    Lexi Mae

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  • Hi. My name is

    Hi my name is
    Nah that’s way too formal.

    Hey wassup it’s ya girl
    What am I a radio personality?

    Hi. I’m LaShae.

    Wait. Yeah that
    That feels comfortable.

    Hi. I’m LaShae.
    La like the note
    Shae like the butter.
    And I’m
    . . .
    Blank

    God says,
    I am that I am
    But if I said it
    Would it be blasphemous?
    Even if I am?
    Because I am that I am
    And
    I am Joy.
    I am Smile.
    Brittany said it was creepy
    That I smiled so much
    But Brittany didn’t know
    I hurt the same ways she did.
    She didn’t know my smile
    Was as much a resistance
    As it was for her to get out of bed some mornings
    She didn’t know
    I kept my smile because
    Tracy loved my smile.
    Tracy loved my smile!
    She said it was the most genuine smile she’s ever seen
    Which is the best compliment
    Because her smile
    Was the most genuine I’ve ever seen.

    I am peace
    Except when I am hungry
    And I am always hungry
    Beware of Junior’s warning
    You better feed that gal;
    I am gal.
    As sister says,
    When hungry,
    I am Hulk;
    I am pitbull.
    Ya girl just likes to eat
    But when I am fed,
    I promise
    I will be peace
    Like Mable taught me to be
    Peace:
    Not the absence of violence,
    But the presence of Justice.
    So if no Justice
    No peace.
    I am starving
    Pitbull for peace
    Ready to Hulk smash oppression
    See, Mable
    Mable was a child
    When Newark went up in flames
    See
    You don’t watch your home go ablaze
    And end up staying the same
    No
    You arm yourself
    Yes, with the whole armor of God
    Like your mother taught you
    But also
    With a thicker skin
    That none of this heat can penetrate
    And with a weapon
    She chose a pen
    Much mightier than a sword
    Her ink writing for peace
    Not the absence of violence
    But the presence of Justice
    Her ink filled with the blood spilled in her streets
    And then she would come to teach
    All the little children, and yes, even me
    That the power is in connections
    That is what Mable taught to me.

    Barbara taught me to hold my own.
    Pete told me Fret Not
    But Pray if you feel alone
    Latierra and Ricky
    Both taught me to wonder
    And Serena taught me
    That dancing is greater than pain
    Ali taught me God will find you
    Even if you’re in the dark.
    I never met Maurice,
    But his love is always in my heart.
    Ulysses taught me always learn first
    And Davey taught me to dress my best
    Even when they do their worst
    Ron & Vette taught me to be loud
    Lisa and Al taught me love knows no bounds
    Dog taught me to keep my friends close
    Mo taught me that royalty
    Can come from a crack that bloomed a rose
    And Holis, God rest his soul,
    May not be blood
    But taught me what a man ought to be

    I know you asked about me
    But I am an unfinished story
    The moral of my life
    Isn’t complete
    But I am that I am
    And I am pieces of
    Every person I ever lost
    A puzzle
    Amassing to one lone thought:
    Love.

    PoetryPicasso

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  • delightfulchaos shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 weeks, 5 days ago

    Why Can’t We All Get Along

    Why can’t we all get along
    We act like this or that person don’t belong
    Making others feel out of place
    Never seeing the hurt behind the smile on their face
    Why do we spread more hate then love
    Thinking there are others we’re above
    We forget we all are human with our own flaws
    Wasting more energy spreading hate like it’s in our laws
    We just need to love and care for one another
    Treat all like they are your sister or brother.
    See that’s the key to world peace
    Only if hatred would seem to forever cease.

    Delightfully Chaotic

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