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Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 5 days agoOnly One Chair At This Table
HeatherSitting here at this table
With thoughts running wild
Thoughts of how
I’ve made it this far
From where I’ve come
Thoughts of wanting
To quit this journey
For I’m the only one on itSitting here at this table
With such appreciation
For what I’ve created
Appreciation that some days
Feel as if I may relapse
For how great I’ve been
Appreciation for what
Was given to me
In the mix of
The black shades of lifeSitting here at this table
Grieving the me
That was abducted
From the black shades
Grieving the me
Who is no longer
Available for reach
Grieving the one
That is today
For tomorrow is newHere I sit at this table
With such praise in my heart
Praise in my step
Knowing it’s okay to relapse.
Praise in my soul
Knowing each version of me
Will end in an abductionThis table is my healing space
And it’s not for everyone-
Wow! Your ability to be so present and self-aware is so inspiring. I love this line: “Knowing each version of me
Will end in an abduction”it’s so true for all of us. Each version of us is taken from us and evolves into something different. And often without are permission. To have a table, a chair, a place just to be able to process that and…read more
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Thank you for such words. Means a lot! 🖤
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Samantha Anthony shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 5 days agoA Day In The Life Of Management
Samantha AnthonyAs the world basked in sunshine and heat, majestic creatures roamed. In the sea of green, small fire holes began to appear, creating a striking contrast. The flames grew larger, popping out of the holes as the vibrant green liquid spread across the river. This dynamic activity caused the fire holes to diminish in size, especially as waves of blue took over the river, with birds joyfully calling out their laughter. When the sun set, it revealed that the river glowed with even more blue, and the once-visible fire holes had completely vanished.
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Samantha Anthony shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 5 days agoA Foundation Waiting For Eternal Light
Samantha AnthonyA mountain is on the verge of erupting. A layer of thick skin is evolving over the fire, but the layers are running thin. Water comes down from the heavens to soothe the fire, but the ashes are reaching their highest peak. In the end, the altitude runs short, causing the mountain to dry up and break apart. Will it ever reach the light again and restore its peak?
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Samantha Anthony shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 5 days agoAs The Rain Falls A Shine Appears
Samantha AnthonyAs the water trickles down, the foundation begins to crack under pressure, just as the bruises fade. The wind in the air is thin, even as time counts down to the end. When will the light finally grow into an unbreakable chain?
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Renzo Del Castillo shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 6 days agoBucephalus: Writing Through the Inheritance of Violence
Renzo Del CastilloDear Unsealers,
“Bucephalus” is a protest poem about the violence we inherit, the pain we normalize, and the strength it takes to break those cycles. I wrote it to examine the ways masculinity can be distorted by trauma, and how empathy often gets buried beneath performance. This poem speaks to the cost of silence and the quiet resilience of those who choose tenderness in a world that teaches them to harden. It’s a reminder that even the deepest wounds can bloom into something honest—and that too is power.
Bucephalus
The formation of the soul is a seed in the earth,
forged in pressure, blooming through trauma.
Divine mother, singer of arias—
violence takes the limbs from a miner
in an act of endless cruelty.
The acrid scent of sulphur is the last gravestone
where innocence mourns at midday.
By the deathbed of an absent father,
or the bedside of a son who accepts affection
in the slap of abuse’s caress.
We live in a world of dogs dressed up as lions.
One’s suffering is another’s pleasure. Homophobic chauvinism—
masked insecurity; an aversion to kindness,
to the laughter of children.
Those who piss have prayers as well.-
Renzo, all of your writing is so deep and thoughtful. And such a testament to your heart and your sensitivity. I was also just saying today how I see a lot of people who have soft hearts in one area of their lives and do evil in another, and I truly believe most evil is unresolved trauma coming out. Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece with…read more
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Samantha Anthony shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 6 days agoInner Soul In A New Domain
Samantha AnthonyA soul adrift in uncharted terrain, she questions all she’s known. Past trials seemed unbearable, yet now she doubts every step. Her words, a desperate cry, poured onto pages in verse and prose. But from her lines, I sense no escape, only loss and shattered dreams. Everything she stood for, believed, and fought for all for nothing.
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Samantha Anthony shared a letter in the
Fictional Inspirational stories group 2 weeks, 6 days agoInner Turmoil: A Woman's Hardship Battles
Samantha AnthonyA majestic creature battles her demon day after day and looks deep down inside herself. She looks within and goes, “How do I get rid of the demon when it holds the key to staying connected?” She walked along the golden path and was greeted by two fairies. She pondered for a moment and asked.” Who are you?” The fairies said, “We have the magical powers to show you what you desire.” The majestic creature twiddled her thoughts and said,” How is this possible?” Where did you come from?” She had so many questions running through her fragile mind, but the only thing that blurted out was” How can you both get rid of what I’m facing right now?” The fairies sat her down and explained to her that we know you’ve been facing a demon. We wanted to let you know that the only key that can be set free from the demon is to look inside its soul. She was confused and tried to figure out what exactly did they exactly meant. The fairies told her to take this crystal wing and look into the center of the wing to see your desire. She said,” Are you sure this will work, cause she said she was torn between happiness, friendship, and a new balance in life” The fairies flew into the center of her palace and told her “You will only break the key free when you decide what’s right and overcome your fears. “Once you do that, the crystal wing will serve its purpose and make your magic stronger.” She took her crystal wing back to her palace and remembered what fairies told her to do. She couldn’t believe what she saw on that magical path. Hopefully, one day her special wing will soar in the wind when she’s ready.
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Samantha Anthony shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 6 days agoThe Feelings of Life Around The Environment
Samantha AnthonyLife is like walking on a bridge; it can crumble and break when the energy is off. Twists and turns will appear along the way. When you find yourself in a tough spot, breathing becomes harder when there’s nowhere to run. The mind and balance can only handle so much, and if you’re alone, there’s no escape. How can one person sort everything out and stay alive?
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Hey Samantha, I am so sorry you are going through a hard time. Check out https://988lifeline.org/ or text or call 988. They are a free crisis hotline if you ever need. Sending hugs. <3 Lauren
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I felt this in my soul. I am in this space right now. Like I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to be here anymore. It’s a weird reality I love in now. I don’t wish for death. It’s just life be living and man it got hands. Lol. I’m so glad you can write it out. I know that helps me a lot. Also, I can be a sounding board for whatever bc I could…read more
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Samantha Anthony shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 6 days agoA Revelation Looking for Answers
Samantha AnthonyA woman without her chariot has lost all hope and ponders. She sighs, thinking, “How much more can the atmosphere around me crumble?” In the lost cage that was her home, she counted the days and waited patiently for some light to appear.
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michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 4 weeks agoMiraculous
Michael L George jrVibrant with excitement,
Smiles that brighten
The evening, like the sun.
Once it creeps into the horizon.
Having an amazing night
& waking up to a beautiful morning.
Sky gazing, watching the
Clouds forming and dissipating.
I’m looking at A masterpiece,
from God’s Creations,
like it was the stroke
From the wrist. I’m feeling
Blessed to witness this image.
My eyes Constructing art,
With images from the
The mind. Working with imagination,
Creating & Living through these illusions.
Miraculously mirrored images from within. -
kiki pape shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months agoMemory on the Menu By Kiki Pape
Kiki Papei invited an old friend for coffee today
i was about fifteen minutes late
and
she was about twenty
i called her up, but she forgot to answer
she told me she was practicing a YouTube tutorial
that she will never post
her skin was fresh and bare
picked raw at the sight
bulls eye across her forehead
what is plain to see for change and a face wash
taking a sip of my black coffee
and her frappuccino
I offered her my half-eaten coffee cake
she pushed it away and typed in her calories
she tells me she would never inhale
and sip the poison of pressure
i say more like pleasure
we looked at similarly colored eyes
we both sat in silence
she glances down at her phone to see that plans fell through again
with foes guarded by tight pants
she’ll have people to tell her stories about
if her cards play out right
i almost recognize her from the tiny jewelry box dancer
twirling delusion
she assures me that she is too wild, and friends will take another course
i hope she always dances
I’m envious of the girl sitting in front of me
both are sipping from an overpriced cup of coffee
the colors are brighter through her eyes
music seemed light until the music died
i’m only twenty-two
and she is only thirteen -
Starr Evans shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months agoWhere I Am
Starr ‘ ChristineThere was a dream I saw you in,
Telling me to be cool, don’t let the devil win .
Where I am I’m good, you can let me go.
Where I am it’s peace, something we din’t know.
Where I am, I’m not confused or mad anymore.
Where I am, they can’t hate me for being great…. You know?
Where I am, I eat good like we do on a Thursdaynight.
I wish you could be here with me but you have to keep fighting your fight.
You have to keep going for all those babies who need you in their life.
You have to stay strong to keep our parents together through this flight.
Patience is what you’ll need to grow.
Your biggest flaw is not listening and since I have to say it again this shows,
Where I am, I’m good big sis, you can let me go. -
Noirerequiem shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months agoFor Every Mama
NoireRequiem“For Every Mama”
I ain’t forgot the hands that held me,
Through storm clouds, broke nights, and empty bellies.
To the woman who birthed me, through pain and pride,
You gave me life, even when the world ain’t give you a guide.And to the mamas who stepped in when mine couldn’t stand—
You ain’t share my blood, but you reached out your hand.
You fed me truth, served strength with no disguise,
Taught me how to rise, even when hope dies.To the aunties, godmamas, them sisters who saw me—
Who showed up when the world tried to flaw me.
You ain’t need a title, you just showed love,
Taught me faith, how to fight, how to rise above.Whether you nursed me, raised me, or prayed from afar,
You left fingerprints on the map of who I are.
So this for you—the tired, the tender, the tough—
Who gave when it hurt, who loved me enough.You are the rhythm in the song of my name,
The calm in my chaos, the light in my flame.
I carry your lessons in everything I do—
This ain’t just Mother’s Day, every day’s for you.IMAGE: MY MOM IN THE MIDDLE. MY AUNT ON THE LEFT AND ME ON THE RIGHT
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Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 1 weeks agoWounded
HeatherThis wound that I have within
Is one that only makes sense to me
This wound may or may not be fixed
And if it is
I can’t tell you when
I can tell you
It was given to me
As a kid
I of course did not know of such
So all I did was push it off
Years would go by
Days even slipped by
Until one day
I got hit like a drive by
Hit with words
Hit with reality
Hit with heaviness that ended up
Opening that old unsure wound
The mother wound -
Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 1 weeks agoHappy Mother's Day!
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
It’s the second Sunday in May.
For a good part of the world, it’s Mother’s Day.
This day can bring up all sorts of emotions. From joy, to sadness and longing. It’s okay to feel all the emotions.
I want to wish my mom, Lauren’s mom and all the mom’s in The Unsealed, a Happy Mother’s Day! I hope it’s a good day.
And now, for a poem marking the day:
On the second Sunday of May
We honor all of the mothersMothers-to-be, grandmothers. My friends who are moms.
Aunts, stepmothers, new moms, and pet moms
All motherly figures. Mi mamáWith all the love and grace
For those who have difficulty celebrating this day
And the mothers who are no longer with usAs mothers are the backbone
Of our lives and the world itselfI wouldn’t be who I am if not for my mom
Tenacious, spirited, and kind
I can’t be grateful enough for herMothers need to be honored.
On this day, and every dayFrom me to you, from NYC to the world…
Happy Mother’s Day! -
Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 1 weeks agoSide Effects To Healing
HeatherIts the glow that speaks to me.
There was a time this woman
Did not know what that glow was.
Never spoke of such.
Dark clouds.
Black self esteem.
Sabotaging dreams.
Those consumed her days.
Her soul.
Her heart.
This glow that now radiates
Over her body puts the mind at ease.
The body at rest.
The heart in safe mode.
Glowing heart.
Radiating mind.
Healthy body.
All for the little girl
Who did not know what that glow was. -
Rose Eldridge shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 1 weeks agoScatter Brained
Rose EldridgeI shape, I form, I break.
I learn that the colors I show
need to be changed.
My habits need rearranged.
I mold, I bend, I snap.
All this pressure makes me restless, I think
I need a nap.
I crush under the rock of self hatred I’ve made.
But look at all I’ve gained….
It’s not enough, I need more
I need to be more
Do more
Pile high
And higher
And even higher
Until
And once again, I fade into the darkness.
I may never come out of this emptiness.
Everything feels so impossible today.
And just like it was never there, you look at me and it all fades away.
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Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 1 weeks agoBreadcrumbs
HeatherShe’s not a duck
Stop feeding her breadcrumbs.
Give her the food she deserves.
Connection. Communication.
Give her the snacks she craves.
Honesty. Respect. Love.
Give her the desserts she fantasizes.
Intimacy. Intelligence. Stability.
She’s a one in a million soul
With so much potential.
So much aspiration.
So much love.
If only you weren’t addicted to carbs! -
Haley Felt shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 2 weeks agoA Softness in You
Haley Marie FeltIn the quiet of the world, I never sought,
But found a softness in you, like a tender thought.Not in the making, not in the plan—
But in the way you hold me, just as I am.
Like a warm blanket, a gentle embrace,
Where time slows down and hearts find their pace.Not a house to build, but a feeling to keep,
In the quiet of your love, I fall deep.
It’s the brush of a cheek, the softest kiss,
A quiet promise of eternal bliss.
With every touch, I am made whole,
You are the home that fills my soul.
In you, I’ve found a place to rest,
A love that swaddles me— even when it’s not at it’s best.Not a journey of seeking, but falling true,
I have found softness in you.In the warmth of a love that’s tender and kind.
Together we’ve found, not a place, but a way—
A soft, sweet home, where I hope to always stay. -
Haley Felt shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 2 weeks agoUnwelcome Guests
Haley Marie FeltInvite the unsavory versions of you to
the table, angry, bitter, resentful; pour
them tea and settle their queries.Give each of them grace, they did what
they could with what they knew.& now that you know what you do, no
longer invite those women to the table;
they no longer serve you. - Load More
