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Jacqueline Sonia shared a letter in the
Current Events group 5 months, 2 weeks agoRealistic Newspaper
Jacqueline SoniaI’m excited to announce a new project I’ve been working on called the Realistic Newspaper. It is a publication filled with stories from my anonymous peers, as I have kept their identities private for confidentiality.
The Realistic Newspaper features relatable stories, giving everyone a voice to share their experiences. It serves as a safe space for those who want to express their ideas and thoughts. With their permission, I’m dedicated to helping these stories be heard.
I’ve created a QR code that leads to the Realistic Newspaper. You can either scan it or copy and paste the link, and the newspaper will appear. To view it in full screen, simply click the link, and you will have access to the Realistic Newspaper. If you need the QR please don’t hesitate to reach out.
I aim to create a second edition to further expand on people’s stories and provide a platform for even more voices in need of expression.
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Jacqueline, this is such an empowering move for people voices to be heard. Thank you for creating a space of comfort for those that you interview. We need more platform like this because it brings peace in reading someone story and acknowledging that we are not the only ones going through hardship. Where could I find the link to your project so I…read more
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Thank you my love and I made a QR code I also have it on my website which is jacquelinesoniaauthor.wordpress.com/?utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=wpcom-happy-moments%252Ffirst-post&utm_source=guides
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michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 2 weeks agoPouring out my heart
Michael L George jrPouring out my heart
Through this art
Writing about a new start
Or a moment that my life
Started to fall apart
Broken pieces
Putting together my thesis
Sharing my painful
And joyful experiences
So here’s a shot of me
If you’re interested in a drink
Pouring out my heart
A shot of love a with a
Splash hope
Mixed with life
Might have you feeling alright
Pouring out my heart
Grab a glass and fill your cup
As I share my thoughts
About not giving up-
Michael, I loved the metaphor you’re painted in this piece while inviting the reader to learn who you are… Very well done 🌹
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Awww, this is so creative, and I absolutely love the ending. Never give up, and keep mixing life up exactly the way you want to. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed.
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You’re welcome, really like this one. I’m glad I have come across your platform.
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Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 2 weeks agoButter
HeatherIf you truly think about it, life is like butter.
Starts out all vigorous like the stick of butter you use to bake that cake.
As you start to live and achieve your goals and dreams, it will start melting away.
Of course, there are those small pieces that take longer to dissolve.
Those are brief disturbances along the way to achieving your goals and dreams.
Just think about it for a minute.
Life is like butter, melted or not! -
kellybeanz87 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 2 weeks agoDreamy Skies
Kelly M.BDarkness sheds across the skies, place some in your pocket and never say goodbye
For your walls are so thick you can’t even see
You’re too high strung to unravel like me
It’s ok, because I like to dance alone, it keeps me grounded, balanced, pure and tone
Am I fake? Am I phony? I don’t think so honey
I’m not in your space anymore and you’re not in mine
Like fragments in space, lost for all time
Maybe one day we will make up for it and you’ll be mine all mine
Thoughts, memories, clouds in the sky
Planes, buses and trains flying by
Bugs, animals, funny jokes, and little pokes
Heartbreak is painful, and this we know…
Whatever you do, don’t let it dim you’re your glow
You’re here for a reason, by now this you should know
Time to sit back, catch up and let your spirit grow
Don’t mourn, don’t cry-just remember my eyes
I will always be around when you least surprise
The stars are wrapping up for the night, and the birds are entering flight
Get some rest my dear, everything is going to be alright-
“don’t mourn, don’t cry, just remember my eyes…” 👏🏾✒️🌹
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Aww, Heartbreak is rough. I have DEFINITELY been there. I love this line, “Heartbreak is painful, and this we know…
Whatever you do, don’t let it dim you’re your glow”Keep glowing. And you will definitely be alright (as you said). I am going to feature this piece in today’s newsletter. <3 Lauren
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As always, thanks so much Lauren 🌹🦋😊
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Courtney Beksel shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 2 weeks agoFade into the Moonlight
Courtney BekselI made a wish for you and I
Slow dancing to Mazzy Star
Under the crescent moonlight
High off of your woodsy cologne
Drunk off of your tender kiss
A winter night of endless bliss
A touch of whimsy
A dash of wonder
A recipe for love
No longer do we need to wander
Our destination is clear
We’ve found our forever
We’ll fade into one another -
michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 2 weeks agoANGEL
Michael L George jrAscending flying high
Never wanna come down
Getting higher with the winds wings
Extended gliding with the air gusts
Levitating to new heights angelic & poetic.-
I really liked the part where you said “levitating to new heights angelic & poetic” this gave me a sense of starting over to new beginnnigs reading this at the kick off to the new year. This poem is powerful because it can have a few meanings to this. Got my brain thinking!
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Glad you enjoyed it. I like to word play with different fonts & formats. I have a few pieces written like this.
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shae shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 2 weeks agoWhy I Smile
AbanaPeople ask me why I smile. I usually say, “I can’t help it,” or “That’s just me.” However, I smile because sometimes I want to curse. I want to tell people off in ungodly ways. I smile because sometimes I am nervous and don’t know how to articulate my feelings. It becomes my natural defense to ease the anxiety I am feeling in my body. I smile because I was never taught how to address a situation without screaming or yelling, so I don’t want to cause a scene. I smile because a thought pops into my head that I know I shouldn’t say out loud, so I tell it to myself, making myself smile. I smile because I don’t know what else to do other than to put on a mask and be happy, to mask my feelings, to cover up my thoughts, to ease my pain, to be someone who lowers the tension. After all, who will get angry, be offended, or say something negative about a smile? So, if you want to know why I smile, it may be a litany of reasons, so you tell me why you think I am smiling because most times, I honestly don’t know.
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Such a powerful poem. I can relate to smiling off all my pain. I too have people ask why I smile so much they think I am full of joy. But I sometimes want to tell people off while smiling haha. Thank you for this amazing poem.
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I appreciate that reply so much! It’s nice knowing someone feels the same way ☺️
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TaMara E'Lan G. shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 2 weeks agoOvercoming Fear
TaMara E'Lan G.If we are to walk by faith and not by sight,
we must overcome fear with all of our might.
Knowing that the most high does not give us a spirit of fear
we stand on to the promises of Hope we hold dear
Being a conqueror is not for the selfish or weak
With each guided step it is strength that we seek
For this world is full of tribulations and trials
We must be overcomers of life for awhile
and keep on living strong as best as we can
Loving ourselves and others across this land
Standing up to injustice and evil with heart
Shining our light in all places to overcome the dark
Speaking the truth and Standing on divine faith
our voice must bring change as the world may break
We will solider on together with our heads held high
We will experience choas in this world until our spirits meet the sky
Yet together we must face and confront our fears
As we gather in fellowship to help wipe each other’s tears
For we are all spiritual beings living a physical life
We must have courage when dealing with obstacles and strife.
We shall overcome and this too shall pass
We must tell ourselves these affirmations to last.
We can’t conquer that which we don’t face
And sometimes fear can have its own place.
But fear is not a space for us in dwell in
We have places to go and people to pour in
There is no failure in The Most High after all
So Warriors pick yourselves up and answer the call. -
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 3 weeks agoWelcome To 2025!
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
As I write this post, it’s 5:45 AM on January 1st. Daybreak hasn’t happened yet.
But the smoke has cleared from last night’s celebrations, and blue skies appear.
I hope that 2025 is a good year for all of us. A year that’s filled with all the joys and minimal difficulties.
To that end, this is my welcome to January and the year itself:
At midnight on New Year’s Eve
A new day, month, and year begin365 new days have arrived
With renewed optimism and joyA reminder for 2025 and beyond…
Every day is a wonder to behold
Be the light that spreads out into the worldWherever your pursuits lead
I’m cheering you on all the wayFor the days of Auld Lang Syne
A toast, with all the cups of kindness yetI wish everyone, everywhere
A Happy New Year! -
michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 3 weeks agoLeap Year
Michael L George jrAnother physical year
About to pass on.
This leap year
Flew by,
Seemed
Like. A Hop, Skip & a jump,
I guess some of us needed
That extra day.
See you next February 29th. -
Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 3 weeks agoChristmas Come-Down
Matthew L JablonskyThe tree is still lit,
the walls are adorned.
We celebrated the day,
our savior was born.The gifts are all opened,
The presents are done.
The family dinner,
is now left-overs for one.Everyone got home,
safe and sound.
There’s still a few shreds,
of wrapping on the ground.The house is so still,
everything is quiet.
I can hear my heart break,
amid all the silence.I already miss it,
having my family all there.
The sound of their laughter,
filling the air.But life must go on,
the world keeps on spinnin’!
I wish it would stop,
or slow down for a minute.Going back to work,
feels somewhat surreal.
Coworkers are great,
but family is real.One thing I’ve learned,
as I’ve gotten older;
The worst part of Christmas,
Is when it is over.-
Thank you Matthew for this wonderful heartwarming poem. It is sad when the holidays are over and we return to our normal lives until the next holiday. It is heart filling hearing family laughter and watching everyone enjoy their meals and gifts.
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As always, I love your poetry. And I love the sentiment in this piece. I featured it in our newsletter today. <3 Lauren
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Noirerequiem shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 3 weeks agoA World Rewoven
AmbitiousBMarieI will stitch a world from my verses,
Sewing these words of confidence into your hair like flower crowns of daisies.
To join these joints into sockets that would complete rivers.This isn’t the story of Pangea.
It’s the tale of a seam unbroken,
Where each chain stitch holds together pieces of pain and hope.A prick of sorrow, a stab of truth,
Threads unraveling, yet I sew them anew.Binding scars into patterns, weaving triumphs through the cracks,
Every loop and knot a map of survival—
A tapestry of me, of you, of us.-
Such a powerful picture and poem. I admire the amount of imagery there is in your writing, the way you tie the connection of the human body or society to nature. I feel as much as we neglect Mother Nature we dont seem to understand how our bodies is connected to nature.
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Thank You so much for your support. I hope to get people to understand and cherish nature through my work.
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michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 3 weeks agoThanks
Michael L George jrFinally getting to a point
Of not giving too much
Attention to these fucked
Up situations. Everything happens
For a reason and I’m thankful
For my new found love!
No, it’s not a person.
It’s my art formation. Helps
Me alleviate some of the anger
Or sadness also helps me
Express when I’m ecstatic.
These fucked up situations
Only leads to new content.
So I guess instead of getting mad
About it I’ll start to give thanks.
So thanks to every situation that
Lead me to writing. -
michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 3 weeks agoLOVE
Michael L George jrLove comes in many
Forms it doesn’t
Have to be sexual.
The concept of love
Is different for each and
Everyone of us.
Some love to touch
While others love to talk
Hear the reassuring sound
Of certain and specific sounds.
From the words that come out.
Love is expensive and expressive.
It’s addictive but don’t get it twisted,
The words “I LOVE YOU” don’t mean shit.
If it’s not coming from the right person.
Love is a feeling that is revealing through
The ears, the eyes, can be touched from
Vibrations of the frequency of the voice.
Once you hear that certain noise,
Ears perk up like a dog, now you’re filled
With joy. Even the scent can bring some
Love as your brain ignites and triggers
A wonderful feeling from inside.
Love struck like lightning from deep
Inside my mind, I had to express Myself.
I’ve felt love from plenty.
I’ve showed love also experienced
& expressed it gradually.
Without loving myself how
Could I show it,
Love is diverse
& driven from Emotions.-
I totally resonate with this poem, as I struggle with love myself. Whether it is loving the wrong people and not loving myself enough. I cringe at the word love but I am overcoming that fear slowly but surely. Thank you for shining your light in sharing your truth and expressing your feelings.
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Love is what we give shouldn’t be what we search for. Once it finds us
In the form of our perception
Hard to accept it as a blessing.
But this is just another opinion.
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Lauren Brill shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 3 weeks agoForgotten
NasheshiaForgotten in the hidden emotions I feel,
Behind the weed and underneath the alcohol,SEEN too much,
HEARD too much,
KNOW TOO MUCH
Forgot to SPEAK UP
Because I didn’t know any better
And because you said I didn’t need any help,So I’m just another “mad black woman” who can do bad all by myself because you said
black people don’t need therapy
I listened
I believed you but I forgot to believe me
I was lost because I forgot I was innocent -
michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 3 weeks agoStimulated in this Simulation
Michael L George jrOnce you’ve been “Awaken”
You’ll realize everything
Is just a simulation of your
Very own imagination,
Shaping your reality.
We’re all here and have different
Perceptions, if you hear em
And see em moving to
The words you think.
Or the words you read,
Maybe if you’re artistic
You see em play out the
Words you write.
So now it is what it is
Some go with the statement
Of “living in the matrix”,
Some Rationalized it
With quantum physics.
While others have a different
Representation or a different
Calculation, coming to another conclusion
Of how it started.
A conscious conscience,
Some are just a Con in science.
Is this a coincidence? Is it a theory?
Is it a fantasy?
The power of the mind
Is incredible, imagine
A thought coming to life
Images reciprocating through
The eyes. Now it’s more than a vision.
Those thoughts are being played
In the present through actions.
The Time it takes for the mind
To retrieve this information is astounding.-
This was such a powerful poem. I enjoyed the metaphors that you used. “ A conscious conscience, Some are just a Con in science.” Is my favor because there are cons amongst this world and inside the scientific views. Sometimes I get OVERstimulated with life and the simulations of this world.
Thank you for sharing your wisdom.-
You’re welcome, I glad you enjoyed this piece. Was hesitant
On sharing for a few seconds.
But I’ve realized I’m not the only
One feeling like this. Lots of artists seem to use the statement
Of “living in the matrix”
Reminded me of my
Artistic freedom. We all have
It just express it different.
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Pretty Dee shared a letter in the
Current Events group 5 months, 3 weeks agoMy Son's Uncle was Murdered By the Police three days before christmas... I am pissed so here's a poem
Dee The DivineNo justice no peace
That’s what they are screaming
in the streets
No justice no peace
The streets run red
While they back the blue
They don’t bat an eye
Because a wall matters
more than life
No justice no peace
That’s what the mothers
are crying in the streets
The streets flood
With innocent blood
Hard to say their
Names when
You’re still at the first sentence
They say we’re guilty
Because our skin holds
no innocence
They say we need repentance
No justice no peace
That’s what the brothers
are screaming in the streets
Broken glass and broken skull
Love is something that
became void and null
Bitterness and hatred
flood our streets
No more white sheets
The enemy has a badge and
a tailored suit
No justice no peace
Time to break the lease
Move from the apartments
Of pain and injustice
To the suburbs of righteousness and truth
No justice no peace
Let these words be
Proof of the prophecy
Of I’m not liable to say what we won’t do
No justice no peace
I fell to my knees
Came back purring
Ready to lead
My people to freedom
For the sake
of the kingdom
No justice no peace
Because they said it is “just us”
Free Palestine
Free Sudan
Free the Congo
Creation is crying
Don’t act like you don’t know
If you don’t like what I said
That’s fine because
I’m ready to the die for mine
I’m tired of my people crying
Government scamming and exploiting
The poor for money
We already know they lying
They bombing children
They are conducting massive genocide
They throwing stones
And then run and hide
To play victim
it’ll all work out
Like it’s the people
And not the system
And when we stand together
We are impervious
That’s the shit
That makes these
Colonizers nervous
No justice no peace
Don’t sell me no dream
Of mansions and gold-paved streets
For an afterlife
While I live in
A world built with lies
Pain, agony, and strife
You sell me everlasting life
And then take my life
Say we believe in the same
God
Yet you treat us like
Enemies
I thought we were supposed
to be kin
Your neighbor, brother, and friend
No justice no peace-
I am so sorry that you have endured this pain right before the new year and holidays. I thank you for sharing your peace in this destroying society we live in! Thank you for your empowering words and using this platform to gain healing and to share insight amongst the world! I pray for you and your families healing during this tribulations. You…read more
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Thank you so much! It’s frustrating because he has a child that is a year younger than my son that doesn’t have a dad now. But I know justice will come. I am just hoping for peace
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months, 4 weeks agoMerry Christmas!
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
It’s Christmas Eve!
December has gone by so fast. It felt like it was five minutes since I was celebrating my birthday at the very start of the month.
Now, we’ve reached the conclusion of Advent and head into the twelve days of Christmas.
I hope that wherever you’re celebrating the holiday, it’s done in the company of people that you love. With an extra moments of arms held aloft for those that find this time of year difficult to celebrate.
For those of you that celebrate this day, I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas!
The following is my Christmas message for this year:
Time went by so fast, didn’t it?
December came in and went like a jingled blurAfter twenty four days wait
A celebration of the savior’s birthAs the bells ring out, people gather
Friends, family and loved onesFor it’s Christmas Day at last
With love and kindness towards allWherever you are in the world
I wish for you all the peace todaySaid many times in many ways
From me to you, from NYC to the world…Merry Christmas!
¡Feliz Navidad!Joyeux Noël!
Frohe Weihnachten!Nollaig Shona!
Feliz Natal!Buon Natale!
Καλά ΧριστούγενναSretan Božić!
Bon Nadal!-
Lovely expression of love and the reason for the season 🌹
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Thank you for this warm Christmas poem. Sharing light onto those who are having a tough holiday season! I really enjoyed reading this. It took me back to when I was younger and enjoyed the Christmas holiday spirit.
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Cheyenne Jamerson shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 5 months, 4 weeks agoHighschool skies and sea green eyes
Freshman Year.
My freshman year of high school was breezy and easy, like the Washington skies. I was just growing out of the ridiculous haircut I had gotten in 8th grade, and nobody cared about all the drama that happened in middle school, anyway. I had a fresh start, and I intended to use it in this big new high school.
I found my new best friend in drama class, which we both failed. She was warm and friendly like the summer, which was her name. We became inseparable, and I haven’t found a friend like her since.
The majority of my freshman year revolved around one thing. He was tall and had green eyes. I’ll never forget the first time we held hands, also in drama class. We were watching 12 Summer Nights, by Shakespeare. I was playing with the ring on his finger that spun around in its metal case, and then I wasn’t. We were holding hands, and we did for the rest of the movie. At the end, the lights came on, and I didn’t know what to say. We just looked at each other.
Hello, Green Eyes. I thought, and he raced off.
Our first kiss was outside of his house. Although I didn’t have the best of eyesight, I could see his mom’s disapproving gaze from the living room window. But it happened anyway, and he ran off, just like before.
See, he was dying of cancer. But one moment with him felt like forever, and that’s how I thought it would last.
There were a lot of firsts with him. He was my first actual boyfriend, and my first real life lesson. He was also my first, and I was his first. We both skipped drama (the first class we ever skipped) to go to his house, and when we got back, everyone knew what we had done, and we pretended to be embarrassed. But we weren’t.
It was also the first time I remember being truly happy, inside and out, or at least the first time since I had been a child. And we both sat in the class as the others teased us with grins on our faces, and when I looked at him, I was speechless.
Hello, Green Eyes.
Sophomore Year.
Sophomore year started out like my freshman year of high school, but ended very stormy, like the Colorado skies. My mom told me she “missed the mountains,” so it was goodbye Washington, and hello Colorado. Goodbye popularity, goodbye best friend, goodbye warm weather and happy feelings.
Goodbye, Green Eyes.
I never really said goodbye to Green Eyes, not even online. I didn’t want to face the fact that it would hurt more to say goodbye than to pretend I had never left. Of course he found me and we talked, but I never told him out loud all that he meant to me.
Growing up, everyone always told me to have no regrets. They never told me what to do when they started piling up. Nobody explained how to cope with guilt or how to get rid of the regrets. Not saying goodbye to that boy and telling him something, anything, still weighs on me today.
My family and I drove down to Colorado on a three-day trip on a crowded GreyHound bus, to a small trailer park on the very edge of a small town. My mom, her boyfriend, and my brother and sister, and I moved into a three-bedroom trailer with my mom’s friend and her son and daughter. You can imagine it was crowded.
A few months after I started school, now poor and an outcast, I thought it couldn’t get any worse. Then I got a few messages from my friends back home telling me that he was dead. He died in his sleep. The cancer had won. At first I felt numb. All I could do was stare in the mirror, and think, goodbye, for real.
Goodbye, green eyes.
Junior Year.
Junior year was a blur. The storm clouds in the sky paralleled the ever-present storm clouds in my mind. I didn’t go to class much. When I did, I was (please excuse my language) a frigid bitch to those around me. I had a few friends, but none of them went to the high school. I started to lash out at my mom and burn the bridges around me.
I wouldn’t admit it, but all I wanted was my green eyes back. So there were plenty of blue eyes, and brown eyes, and blurry faces and one-night stands, and a lot of parties. I went to school less and less and started doing other things more and more.
I snuck out all the time and ran away twice. I got into a fight with my mom’s boyfriend and he ended up in jail. That night, my mom told me I had to find somewhere else to stay.
And I did, quickly. But my struggles were only beginning as I would have to learn how to balance school on top of my Couchsurfing lifestyle.
As I walked through the cold one morning on my way to school, I caught my gaze in the reflection of a car window, and I stared glumly at my tired face.
I miss you, green eyes.
Senior Year.
Senior year was a silver lining on the horizon, like the morning I woke up after I had spent the night underneath the town bridge and gazed at the Colorado mountains with a new sense of determination. I was never going to have to do that again. I knew I deserved better, and I was the only person who was going to do something about it.
I switched schools to an alternative school called Horizons, and the principal of my old school agreed to reinstate my credits from Junior year as long as I passed all my classes in this new school.
Although I still struggled with homelessness, drugs and alcohol, I found that life was easier in this new school. I was passing all my classes, and my future seemed hopeful.
When I watched my sister graduate college from Fort Lewis, I had never felt so proud of anyone in my entire life. I wanted to feel that pride for myself, too.
My sister showed me her college diploma, and I showed her mine from high school. She hugged me. I looked at her straight in her eyes, which were normally a dark rich chocolate-brown. But at that moment, the sun shining through the clouds bounced off the vibrant sea of leaves to reflect that familiar sea-green hue I had not seen in a long time.
“I’m so proud of you,” she said, and smiled.
“I’m proud of you, too,” I mumbled back, and smiled even bigger.
I love you, Green Eyes. Thanks for everything.
High school is a time of learning who you are, what you want to do, what you’re gonna be, and where you’re gonna go. One of the most important lessons I learned in those four years was that life can change in an instant. Life is resilient but can be fragile. Everyone always told me to have no regrets, but never told me what to do when you do find yourself carrying them around, like the heavy books in your school bag. What you can do is this: let your regrets change you. Let them teach you. Let them challenge you. Sometimes the only way to make things right is to do things differently, because you can’t change the past. Because time rolls by like the puffy clouds in the sky, and change is inevitable. So live a life that you are happy living, cherish and value people. Because eventually we all close our eyes. And man, I miss those green eyes.
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