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michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago
Narratives
Don’t forget! You’re the “writer”
The “author” to your life.
Other’s are at best, narrators
To the situation
& like most, they’re gonna
Add their Lil flare to it.
“Emphasizing”
Certain moments & chapter’s,
With sounds & hand gestures.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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I always tell myself that I am the narrative of my own life. But at times I forget that because everyone has to be the narrator of my life desires and goals, or telling me what I should and shouldn’t do. There are times where the narrator will try to create the narrative for not just me but for people in general. So thank you for this reminder…read more
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Anita Williams shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago
"The Smile That Hides the Pain"
She smiles though her spirit is breaking inside,
Hiding the pain she’s been forced to confide.
Each glance in the mirror, she fights back her tears,
A stranger stares back, a reflection of fears.Another long night, she sleeps all alone,
Begging for love that he’s never shown.
She pleads for the man she knows he could be,
But he keeps on proving it’s not meant to be.She smiles at his name, though it cuts like a knife,
Cooking and cleaning, still tending his life.
But deep in her heart, the sorrow takes hold,
A story of love that feels empty and cold.She’s told to accept his emotional wall,
To endure his choices, no matter how small.
But how can she smile, pretending she’s fine,
When each passing day, her soul’s on the line?Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Anita Williams shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago
Daddy, Nobody Told Me
Daddy, nobody told me the pain life would bring,
How the world would feel empty without your everything.
Birthdays now haunt me, and Father’s Day stings,
Each moment without you, sorrow sharply clings.The day you left, my heart broke in two,
A piece of me faded, forever with you.
Every tear I cry, every ache I feel,
Speaks of a loss time cannot heal.Call me selfish, but I need you near,
The one who gave wisdom, who chased away fear.
You lifted my burdens when troubles would rise,
Balanced my world and wiped tears from my eyes.Daddy, you were my anchor, my first real love,
My guide in the storms, sent straight from above.
Nobody told me this pain would stay,
Missing you more with each passing day.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Anita I really enjoy reading your poems. Especially the ones about your father. You inspire me to continue to write about the grievance of my father! Thank you for shining a light through your spoken word.
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Anita Williams shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago
Love Has Never Been a Friend
Love has never been a friend to me,
Yet I keep hoping, blindly, desperately.
Thinking, just maybe, this time it’s real,
A love that will mend, a love I can feel.A love to heal what others have torn,
To soothe the ache from promises sworn.
They vowed they’d never do what others do,
But left me questioning if love is true.You claimed there’d be no pain, no doubt,
Said you’d bring joy where life ran out.
You’d lift me up where others had failed,
But like the rest, your promises paled.You stepped in while my heart was sore,
Made vows, then left me hurting more.
No better than the lies of the past,
Your love, like theirs, would never last.Love has never been a friend, it seems,
Just a thief that haunts my dreams.
It collects my tears, then walks away,
Leaving me broken, day by day.All it gives are scars and strife,
A cruel betrayal disguised as life.
Love, the foe I thought was kind,
Keeps tearing apart my heart and mind.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Sometimes love can come from something you can’t see or touch.
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Anita Williams shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago
"The Weight of Disappointment"
I’m not mad, just deeply let down,
By the ones I let in who only pulled me down.
Every chance I gave, every risk I took,
Led to heartbreak in places I forgot to look.I’m not mad, just disappointed in me,
For holding on to what was never meant to be.
Friendships I knew were never real,
Yet I clung to them, ignoring what I feel.I’m not mad, just disappointed inside,
For letting family, friends, and love decide
How much peace I’d lose, how far I’d stray,
From the light I fought for, day after day.I’m not mad, just disappointed in the time I lost,
The years spent paying such a heavy cost.
Loving those who never cared at all,
Their gains were plenty, but my heart took the fall.I should’ve loved myself first, poured it all in,
Let go of the ties that kept me within.
Unnecessary bonds kept me from flight,
While my heart stayed tangled in endless fight.I’m not mad, just disappointed in my fall,
For letting their darkness cover it all.
I’m stuck rebuilding, but never quite free,
Still chasing the growth that was stolen from me.So no, I’m not mad—but disappointed instead,
For all the time wasted in a cycle I fed.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Thank you Anita for sharing your poem about disappointment. I often confuse disappointment with anger and latch on to a lot of people that do not serve my purpose in life. I am still learning to this day that no I’m not angry with the way situations are but just disappointed about the way I let things prolong.
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michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago
Luscious
I stopped searching for love,
Because I knew.
Every time I look for it,
I end up with distrust.
The moments we spent.
Caused momentum fueled by lust.
No love found, no love lost.
Just another thrust,
To combust another nut.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Thank you for expressing your feelings towards love. At times love does get overwhelming when we are continuously searching and end up running into a dead end. I hope that loves searches and finds you instead of you searching for love!
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Anita Williams shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago
Standing Still
I am tired of standing in the same old place,
While the world moves forward, I’ve lost the race.
Clinging to energy that’s no longer mine,
Holding to bonds that have passed their time.The lessons I’ve missed, they circle again,
The same disappointments, the same old pain.
Year after year, the cycle repeats,
Dreams left behind, hopes in defeat.Depression whispers, and sadness calls,
As I crumble inside, behind these walls.
I tell my dreams but never pursue,
Afraid to break free, afraid of what’s new.God is calling, “Step out of your zone,
You must let go to truly own
A life that is new, a heart that will grow,
But change requires you to let go.”What’s the point of change if the mind won’t shift?
If you cling to the past, no life will lift.
Familiar tears, familiar hell,
The comfort of sorrow, your own prison cell.So if I am tired, I must take a stand,
Let go of the familiar, reach for God’s hand.
The power to change is within my soul,
To rise from the ashes, to finally be whole.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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And may all of your infinite rebirths be Glorious
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Cierra Jackson shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 6 months, 2 weeks ago
“Hey Dad”
As you ascend high be
my devotional eye
that watch over my lifeBad memories will not
be nebulous to
my mind, my vision alignsClose to your mint
euphoria essence so vigorous
and divine your presence left behindDust from coarse remains that
gusts new leaf of imagery
that never leaves my sight myEyes mirrors dauntless
mist that shallows
amongst the billows of the skiesForget-me-nots floods
the humus but
strife leads to fragileGenerosity that appears
while restless thoughts
fills the atmosphereHopeless drives but
you still shine through the darkest
times, please fill my hearts hemisphereIgnore the burdens
that’s big as the bruins
over conquer my fearsJustice unleashes
the chambers of resentment
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Don'shea Graves shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago
Insecurity
What becomes of he who deprives the world of a smile?;
I found the answer to such a question when I realized just how much of my energy I had given my insecurities;
My smile, my hair, my body;
I solely identified with my “imperfections” and paid the price;The price being peace;
To govern l(i)fe only by tangibility disrupts so(u)l;
Hiding through my own personal shame, I dwindled the ultimate flame;And I also sabotaged;
Sabotaged opportunities so that the audience I “knew” wouldn’t dare see me as I saw myself;Thoughts of possible laughter agonizing my psyche;
Though a shell I was;
Though a shell I chose to be;
This shell has always contained the l(i)fe desired to be experienced;As a token of my appreciation I now listen to yo(u)r voice, yo(u)r requests, yo(u)r vision;
I don’t wanna hide, though hiding means survival of my ego and pride;
I wanna reside in so(u)l and l(i)ght;
And so I smile;
I smile for the 10 year old boy who denied himself l(i)fe because of an insecurity;I smile for the teenager who saw himself as unlovable due to a unique smile;
I smile for the man ready to live in his l(i)ght;
I smile for the world because the world is who/ what I choose to beSubscribe  or  log in to reply
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I love how you put the words “l(I)fe” and “so(U)l” because we design our life and soul the way we want! I really enjoy reading this piece as I resonate with what you are saying. My favorite thing to do is to hide in my shell. But I am aware of bringing back my inner child. Being careless of peoples perspectives of me and just doing what makes me…read more
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Thank you 😊 💛. I appreciate you taking the time to read my peace✌🏽😁
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michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago
Mary Jane
Brain lit from a few toxins,
Feeling good.
Endorphins flowing from this
Concentrated THC. This lovely lady
Mary Jane squeezed out for me.
She a lil thick like honey,
Gets a lil sticky
And her aroma is soo intoxicating.
Has my mind working,
Thinking about…mmmm,
Many things! Brought her out with me
As I consume a few drinks.
Euphoria hits! Once we start to mix.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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I love the imagery in your poem. It makes me reflect back to when I was a heavy smoker, Mary Jane was my best friend to get me through all my trauma and worries. But now I face my troubles a lot better I think it’s good to still write about our struggles we faced. Thank you for sharing and bringing out my thought process.
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Yeah it is, a good way to reflect.
Plus ot helps others relate
And hopefully express
Their pain & struggle.Write me back Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago
Welcome To December
Dear Unsealers,
It’s the second day of December. I hope that everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
I had an extra reason to celebrate this weekend, as it was my sister & I’s 39th birthday yesterday. From all the well wishes, to afternoon tea at the Warren Street Hotel in Tribeca, it was an overwhelming day filled with joy.
With the birthday celebrations completed, it’s time to properly welcome in the month of December. Mother Nature signaled the change in month as it’s freezing cold here in NYC.
I can’t believe that we’ve reached the last month of 2024 already.
It’s time to close out the year on a high note.Now, for the welcome to the month of December…
Welcome to December
It’s time for the last shout!Thirty-one days left in 2024
The magic of the holidays arrivesBirthdays, Hanukkah, Christmas & New Year’s
Times celebrated in good companyFall will become winter on the 21st
Daylight will slowly, surely returnA time to reflect on where we are
And where we want to be next yearThere’s melancholy flipping the last page of the calendar
Wondering, “where did the time go?!”Let’s make the most of these days
2025 is on the horizonSubscribe  or  log in to reply
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First off Happy Belated Birthday! It sounds like you and your sister had a grand time! It’s so cool that you both share the same birthday while being the same age! December is my favorite month because it gives us time to reflect and congratulate ourselves for getting through a year of trials and tribulations. I honestly love winter because as…read more
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sciifly shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 6 months, 3 weeks ago
Pipita
Rest in Peace Pipita
Like a precious bottle of Malbec~ from the vineyards of Argentina Vintage 1928.
Her hair is stunning red, roots deep brown with traces of white.
The lines on her face emphasized the years of laughter and tears. So many stories of the old Argentine neighborhood she speaks about~ I see these stories in her lines.
Her expressions are truth.Her hands remind me of an atlas map
Tracing veins like blue rivers with finely detailed “lunars” (known in English as beauty marks) properly positioned.
The jewelry she is adorned in brightly shines
Even after so many years without polish
Her gentle smile reminds me of her youth and vibrancy“I am not afraid” she recited to me once “When God calls for me, I will answer”
Her spirit makes life worth living.
Looking forward to old age.
With my heart and soul, I am a reflection of her.She is my GRAND-Mother.
Bendicion~ 🙏
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I really admire the comparison between nature and your grandmother. By reading your poem I can feel that your grandmother was truly rooted and connected to her spiritual being! She is shining over you everyday, proud of how you are writing beautiful poetry about her presence on Earth. Thank you for your inspiration for others who are going through…read more
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michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months, 3 weeks ago
A-Rested Mind
Feeling a Lil restless,
I want to spend more time.
Doing other things,
So sometimes I would rest less.
In the moment I could care less
Until that restlessness kicks in.
Sometimes I think, that’s the best rest.
Laying in bed falling asleep
almost instantaneously,
No mind wandering, no worries
Or nothing.
Mind arrested on getting some rest.
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I was feeling like this today. Actually for the past few weeks! Our body tells us when we need rest and sometimes we listen and sometimes we don’t. But when we don’t listen our body forces us to lay arrest to feel back juvenated and restored. Today I laid down way longer than I usually do and it felt good. I got up and had new ideas flowing to me.…read more
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Meditation and self care is what has helped me get back into writing. Very cool piece!
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Rose Dreamera shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 6 months, 3 weeks ago
never take love lightly
never take love lightly
remember that
the world you know today
could, and will shift in an instantbe courageous enough
to love so deeply
that you’ll go the extra mile
to create beautiful memories
with the people you cherish
and involve all of your senses
in being present with themtell them that you love them
but don’t stop there
learn what to do for the ones
who’s lives matter most to you
seek what makes them feel loved
listen to what touches their hearts
and see them shine brighter
as you learn to speak
their languagestart with giving yourself
all of that care
because if anyone deserves it
so do you
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Hi Rose, thank you so much for sharing what love truly is and giving insight on how we can share love amongst those who are around us. I was reading in another post and the words resonated to me so well “unadulterated love”. I feel like that ties into unconditional love just truly loving someone the way that they are because we never know what…read more
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Am! I’m really thankful for your message. It feels good to know that my words resonated with you. ^^
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michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months, 3 weeks ago
Cards on the table
So many eyes on me,
Which Is why I stay cautious.
Carefully selected
With Little options.
As I take precautions
Some start to get under my skin
Causing me to act out,
Still living how I want.
Sipping on a few drinks
Blowing weed smoke out.
Sometimes I’ll go grab another
Nice looking female
To release some tension.
And wake up, leave the next day
With no expectations,
No need for the relationship status.
Just let it be a memory
That goes through your
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Anita Williams shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months, 4 weeks ago
The Weight of Grief
It began on a cold January day,
When my father’s soul was called away.
A part of me shattered, a piece was lost,
A pain so deep, it came at a cost.I was finding myself, a path so clear,
Losing weight, routines I held dear.
Yet his passing left me stuck in time,
Trapped in grief’s unyielding climb.I buried the pain, went back to the grind,
Work became the shelter for my mind.
Two weeks later, I stood so strong,
But my heart knew something was wrong.I ended love with a heavy heart,
The first who loved me from the start.
Then stumbled into arms not true,
Grief hid the pain I never worked through.December came, a cruel, dark plight,
My prayed-for baby lost in the night.
I woke to emptiness deep inside,
And once again, I let work collide.A prison filled with chaos and strife,
I hid my wounds in the noise of life.
My uncle passed; I worked again,
Ignoring the ache that wouldn’t end.But this year, God had other plans,
He placed me still in His guiding hands.
Isolation forced my soul to see,
The grief I buried lived in me.I ended love that wasn’t pure,
Set boundaries strong, began to endure.
Day by day, the healing grows,
Progress comes, though the journey’s slow.I am learning to feel, to grieve, to cope,
To find in sorrow a seed of hope.
Though the pain is great, I see the light,
Step by step, I reclaim my fight.For grief may linger, but I am strong,
In my heart, my father’s love lives on.
Through every loss, I rise anew,
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Anita I love the picture that flows with this poem about your father. He is shining through you. I couldn’t resonate anymore as I lost my father last year. We keep ourselves busy to hide from the grief but I am learning as well that we have to face them and go through the process step by step. Thank you for being an inspiration in sharing your…read more
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“Thank you so much for your kind words and for sharing a part of your journey with me. I’m truly grateful and humbled that my story could be an inspiration to you. Losing a parent is such a profound loss, and I deeply understand the pain of it. You’re absolutely right—it’s so important to face grief step by step, even when it’s tough. I’m so…read more
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Anita Williams shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 6 months, 4 weeks ago
The Weight of Grief: My Journey
My grief began on January 20th, 2020, the day my dad passed away unexpectedly. His death shook my world to its core. Before he passed, I was on a journey of self-discovery. I was losing weight, exercising, building routines, and trying to figure out who I was. At the time, I was still in a relationship I knew I needed to leave, and I thought I was getting closer to freeing myself from it. But when my dad died, it felt like a part of me died with him. I had never been without him, and I didn’t know how to live without his presence in my life.
Instead of facing my grief, I did what I always did: I went back to work two weeks later. Work became my way of coping—a distraction from the deep pain I didn’t want to confront. This became a pattern in my life. Whenever tragedy or loss struck, I buried myself in work to avoid the pain.
After my dad passed, I ended a long relationship with someone I deeply loved—the first person who ever loved me correctly. From there, I found myself in relationships I never should have been in, all while grieving and ignoring the emotions I desperately needed to face.
Then, on December 10, 2021, I faced another devastating loss: the baby I had prayed for passed away. I woke up that day with my baby still inside me, no longer alive. I had to go to the hospital to have my child removed, and after that heart-wrenching experience, I went right back to work—this time at the prison where I was employed. That environment was already filled with stress and negativity—not just from the inmates but from the staff as well. Yet, I threw myself back into work instead of confronting my grief.
More loss followed. My dad’s brother passed, and once again, I buried the pain under work. But this year, God made me sit down. He placed me in a season of isolation where I couldn’t run from my emotions anymore. I had to deal with everything I had been avoiding: the grief, the unhealthy patterns, and the trauma I had been carrying for years.
I ended a three-year relationship, began setting boundaries, and started addressing the pain I had ignored for so long. Day by day, I’ve been working through it. It hasn’t been easy, but with each step, it’s getting better. I’m learning that healing is a process, and I’m finally allowing myself to feel, to grieve, and to grow.
This year has been about progress. While I still have a long way to go, I know I’m moving in the right direction. And for that, I am grateful.
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Anita Williams shared a letter in the
Poetry 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,
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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
Poetry 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
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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
Poetry 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.
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