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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 1 months agoTruck Stop in Heaven
Matthew L JablonskyI wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
With a restaurant attached.
A salad bar and a buffet,
And a payphone in the back.The coffee’s always hot,
And the food aint too bad.
I wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
So I could talk to my Dad.He says “I’m flyin over Montana,
just dropped a load of rain.
I’m headed down to Dallas,
And then up to Maine.No more haulin’ produce,
Gasoline or TVs.
Cause up here in Heaven,
I’m haulin’ prayers and dreams!”I wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
With a restaurant attached.
A salad bar and a buffet,
And a payphone in the back.The coffee’s always hot,
And the food aint too bad.
I wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
So I could talk to my Dad.“This rigs as big as a mountain,
You can see me from where you are.
It’s no Freightliner, no Peterbilt,
It’s an actual Western Star!My Jake-brake is the thunder,
The exhaust makes tornadoes!
Man, it means so much more
to be the king of the road,
where the streets are paved with gold!”I wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
With a restaurant attached.
A salad bar and a buffet,
And a payphone in the back.The coffee’s always hot,
And the food ain’t too bad.
I wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
So I could talk to my Dad.I’d tell him that I miss him,
every single day.
“Wish you could just stop by,
and meet my wife,
when you pass by this way.”He tells me not to worry,
That one day he’ll meet her.
But if we look up at night,
we can see the lights,
of his 18 wheeler!I wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
With a restaurant attached.
A salad bar and a buffet,
And a payphone in the back.The coffee’s always hot,
And the food ain’t too bad.
I wish there was a truck stop in Heaven,
So I could talk to my Dad. -
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What would the old version or you say to the new version of you? 2 months, 3 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Write a poem or letter about one way you feel misunderstood 3 months agoMy Disability Doesn't Define Me, So Neither Should You
Hannah GonnevilleI have learning disabilities, it’s not one that can be spotted by looking closely at the features of my face. And because it remains hidden I fear that sometimes I am misunderstood because of it.
When I share that I have a learning disability I fear that people see me through a different lens than they previously did.
I’ve had family members who have known about my learning disabilities tell me they didn’t know I was smart enough to make it on the honor roll even though I made honors every single semester of high school.
When I tell people I have a learning disability it’s as if they expect me to then cause a disturbance and act out. But I sit there quietly absorbing everything.
When I tell people that I have learning disabilities they immediately start putting limits as to my abilities and what I can and can’t achieve. So it’s easier to say nothing and silently prove them wrong.
When I tell people that I have learning disabilities people tend to assume that my IEP and accommodations exempted me from hard work. I HATE when people assume that. I worked twice as hard as to learn the topics. And even though my accommodations lessened the amount of math problems I had to solve I would sometimes end up doing more than what I was assigned so that I could make sure I mastered the concept.
When I struggle with learning or doing a task because of my learning disabilities people get frustrated with me and tell me that this should be easy. But in actuality my brain works differently and I may need to see it done a couple of times or have it explained in a different way in order to understand.
When I tell people I have learning disabilities they tend to cheapen my achievements as if I weaseled my way through a Master’s program and was handed a degree instead of earning it myself. In reality though I worked countless hours to make my way through grad school and to end up where I am today.
I had a boss who upon finding out about my learning disabilities made some distasteful and unprofessional comments about them as if I were bad and defective and not fit to serve in ministry. Oh the irony that this was after we had done a whole Inclusion Initiative geared towards people with disabilities. She barred me from helping with it.
When I tell people that I have learning disabilities they often tend to question or doubt my capacity for leadership. But I can still lead and I lead with a greater empathy and understanding because I know what it’s like to struggle.
I wish when I tell people I have learning disabilities they would see me for who I truly am…..
An intelligent
Inquisitive
Attentive
Hardworking
Tenacious
Creative
Problem solving
Professional
Empathetic
LeaderWho demands and deserves respect
And who can do whatever she puts her mind to.Voting is open!
Voting ends June 23, 2025 11:59pm
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Hannah, this letter is so inspiring to me. As a teacher, I know that there are countless students with disabilities who are bright, ambitious, and completely capable of the same work as their non-disabled peers. Accommodations are simply a way to even the playing field. I am so glad that you see your worth, and I know that you will continue to…read more
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Write a poem or letter about one way you feel misunderstood 3 months, 2 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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TK shared a letter in the
Chasing Your Dreams group 3 months, 2 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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TK shared a letter in the
Chasing Your Dreams group 3 months, 2 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Write a love letter to something (not someone) that you love 3 months, 3 weeks agoMore than a thing...
Timbonics' 101 WillistrationsI love books but the Only One Thing
Is the Love story of God, that to me brings:
Peace and Joy, Contentment to the full-
Like carrying a baby on a baby stroll.That’s One Thing, that is more than a thing
Always blows my mind, with exciting dreams.
Though not regular dreams as when one sleeps,
Their the dreams of imagination-
That eternal relations keep.This library daily I seem to walk into
Holding life barely by the Word of Truth.
This thing is a box I’m locked inside,
Never can I get out, It is the place I hide.But there is always light on the inside,
That from the top it clearly shines.
When I look below I see nothing at all,
For the only place to go, is upward climbing the wall.Neither can you see in the dark
But the speed of light ran, and has me marked.
Inside this box that happens to be a Book;
Instruction number one is just to simply look.Then I learn, listen, and live-
No words of my own for you to give.
And no not at all am I ashamed of this,
Nothing belongs to me, I’m lucky to exist.Though may I hear no luck in vocabulary
I’ll only fear God, but not a fear that’s scary.
Rather a love-try of mutual respect,
One that walks with me and never neglects.A new life, a new mourn,
In a hidden concealed heart…
But always the same Christ,
Teaching my foolishness to be smart.I just cannot get out of the Bible,
Shoe-tying knots… For a long while.
Walking into this Cannon of Truth,
Is yes and amen to all good that’s due.Neer’ would I ever want to be released,
That for me is not a good thing.
I’ll stay chained, a slave of this Book,
Where I know Jesus saves every direction that I look 🙂2-23-25
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It is so wonderful that you find so much comfort in the word of God and that no other book compares. For so many people, the holy Bible is a source of inspiration, motivation, and soulful observation. I love where you wrote, “I’ll stay chained, a slave of this book, where I know Jesus saves every direction that I look.” This is such a beautiful…read more
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TK shared a letter in the
Poetry group 3 months, 3 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 4 months agoValentine's Day
Matthew L Jablonsky“It’s no big deal.”
“It’s just another day.”
That’s what girls think,
or at least, that’s what they say.February 14th,
can come and go.
No need to make a fuss,
or put on a big show.But it doesn’t take much,
to put a smile on her face.
A stuffed animal, a box of chocolates,
and some roses in a vace.A little bit of effort,
goes a really long way.
To show her a piece of the love,
that you feel every day.Life moves so fast,
it can all start to blur.
So take a little time to show,
that you still choose her. ❤️-
Matthew, I absolutely love this poem! I’m sure that she would love you no matter what, but the fact that you take the time to show your lady that you care about her probably impacts her more than you know. You are right that Valentine’s Day is “just another day,” but it is also another opportunity to show her how much you care. Thank you for…read more
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Write a letter to your fear (Sponsored by ProWritingAid) 4 months, 1 weeks agoAdversarial Ally
Alyssa GrimesI fear it is fear I do not lack.
Just a big scaredy-cat with panic attacks.
I react, such a strong impact,
the dread in my head on this body it attacks.
What was and wasn’t said, or may be fact,
or misread. I contend
with logic and reason, but anxiety
can be such a cancerous lesion.
It overtakes and takes and takes;
I feel possessed by a demon.
Such high stakes. It seems
a mutinous nervous system
has mastered its treason.
But to defy and spite these odds of plight
I battle my fright leaning towards the light.
Yes, it’s in the fight that we just might
us humans discover our animal bite;
true grit, to wit,
strength reminders that
we’re gonna be alright.
Fear is a catalyst and placeholder,
igniting a passionate motor,
and it summons forth our courage
while holding space for bravery to flourish.
I keep deep gratitude for the fear
and all it does dear
as it provides a clear need
for a solution to appear.
On the other side we find
hidden powers of the mind,
and the wisdom that is gained
is not earned in vain.
For all we attain through the pain
is too invaluable to complain,
and the hard-learned lessons remain
long after fear’s temporary reign.Style Score: 73%
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Alyssa, I love how you refer to fear as your adversarial ally. Though fear works against us, it teaches us a lot too. When we face fear head-on, successfully or not, we learn a lesson that will leave an impact. Fear can harm us, but it can also make us stronger. Thank you for sharing your experience.
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Thank you so much for reading and your support!
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mrmann submitted a contest entry to
Write a love letter to something (not someone) that you love 4 months, 2 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Write a letter to your fear (Sponsored by ProWritingAid) 4 months, 2 weeks agoDear fear,
Timbonics' WillistrationsSame principle as-Dear John.
You are not leaving, So-I will!
You tell me so much-untrue,
So I am divorcing and leaving you!
Not married to you, nor addictions few-
You won’t go, won’t budge, So-I will move!Though I have no idea how,
My learns of Jesus-He makes free,
Giving me rest… And He will best teach me,
How to defeat your homemade nest of Glee.
The one you built for years on end,
A false comfort-false feeling friend…
You was/is/am not who I thought-
You’re lying surviving, dread to me brought.You can have me no more!
No reason any longer to fear myself,
For I don’t control me anymore -Jesus does!
Under His umbrella of Grace-
I’m found and completely safe!Fear… whence comest thou?
I know not-though we are parting ways…
No evil to fear for the rest of my days!
No lies beside me-Jesus keeps them away,
Though around the bend you may sit at Bay-
I see thee far off and turn to you deaf ear,
You seek but don’t find… Your voice I cannot hear!No words to you I have of my own,
Because Jesus true-builds me a new home!
You cannot have my kids, you cannot have my wife-
For you are dead my old cheating friend…
Because Jesus has ended your life!I’ve already known fear,
Now it’s time to know God-
And fear cannot win because…2 Timothy 1:7
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, of love, and of a sound of mind.… This promised fact I trust and love!!!
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Timothy, yet another amazing piece! Fear can hold us captive and control our lives if we let it. I am so glad that you trust and faith in God has allowed you to defeat some of your fears. Keep up the great work. You have improved so much as a writer!! ♥
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Ty soooo much Harper V 😊
You are completely cool 😎
I always love your encouraging replies 🌹🌹🌹-
How sweet! I always love reading your pieces ☺
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Thank you so much Dear,
But no…
You are the sweet one
🌹🌹🌹💖🌹🌹🌹
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 months agoHer Ex
Matthew L JablonskyI know I’m supposed to hate you,
and by all rights, I should.
You’re the man who loved her before me,
and you didn’t treat her good.She came to me so broken,
her trust was crushed to pieces.
I worked so hard to mend it,
Bringing her flowers and Reese’s.You never liked her laugh,
So she buried it like a coffin.
I love her wonderful cackle,
and I make her do it often.She told me about the fights,
all the yelling and the hurt.
The only time we raise our voice,
Is when we’re singing in church.You never liked her family,
and her family never liked you.
But when I walk in the door,
They all cheer “MATTHEW!”I’m glad you didn’t treat her right,
You taught her a valuable lesson.
And made me work for her love,
With a pure-heart intention.I’d like to say that losing her,
Was the biggest mistake of your life.
But you did all the right things,
to send me my wife.So I guess I can’t really hate you,
I don’t have a reason.
In a weird way, I love you, man…
and thank you for leavin!“Her Ex”
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Matthew what a beautiful poem! I love it and hope someday I find a good, kind, compassionate and faith filled man like you. 🙂
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Omg, another brilliant piece. I absolutely love this. May we all be with or find a partner who wants to heal our past wounds and loves our laugh. You are such a gem. I love your heart! Thank you for sharing your gift with us! <3 Lauren
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Write a poem about your goals for 2025 5 months, 1 weeks agoGoals For 2025
Hannah G.What are my goals for 2025?
To dig my toes into the sandswept shores of the Pacific Ocean
To feel gentle waves breaking and the cool water against my sun-tanned skin
To see sunsets with colors that can only be matched in Heaven.
To sip Cabernet in a Californian vineyard while a sommelier teaches me and my sisters about the wine we are drinking and how it was made.
To see the Golden Gate Bridge in all it’s grandeur
To explore underground caves taking in the beauty of stalactites and stalagmites
To watch seals as they lazily sunbathe as the waves crash around them
To take in the sights, sounds, colors, and culture of California.
To be carefree and in the present moment with the ones I love.
To snuggle up so close to them that I can hear each beat of their heart
To soak in every moment
To travel
To achieve these results will take sacrifice
It will require saying some “no’s,” so I can ultimately say “yes” to time with my family
Will take a re-evaluating of my spending habits
Will require learning to distinguish a “want” from a “need”
Will teach me different ways to save.
This year my goal is to be financially responsible so that I can spend the thing that is most precious
Time with my family and those I love.
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Hannah, I love this goal so much. There truly is nothing more sacred than spending time with those you love. When family isn’t close by, it makes the time you do get together even sweeter. I hope that you are able to make the adjustments and sacrifices needed to get to California and spend some quality time with your family this year. Thank you…read more
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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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