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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 6 days, 17 hours agoBilly,
I need you, I’m scared
The man who I thought was my father
Was only my Dad.
I knew too-right from wrong
But God is my Father,
And He is strong!
He’s not like my Dad though,
Yet, some similarities you know?
How is your Mom?
Is she still alive?
I wish to your place again
I could run and hide.
As kids and friends
Billy I was already perverted
Some scary stranger…
Wrecked my life.
And then he laughed about it
40 years later
How’s that a joke?
I don’t know.
But I’m better now,
I’m a child of the King!
And in 4 trillion more years…
I’ll still be!
Like prejudiced people used to say in school,
Calling some a wanna’ be
Except my wants changed.
I want to be a man of God,
I want to be good
I sure wish I could.
But I’m gonna try to learn how!
I miss you so bad
You were the first best friend I had.
My best friend now-since “1996”
Is the coolest!
His name is Mike
He’s from Cleveland
I’ve even prayed and cried over him.
I want him to go to heaven!
You better be there when I get home,
I want you to meet him.
I wish I had not
Brought you smoke.
I want to be buried under it.
You were like an exception
Dad would let me out.
He must had liked you too.
Sometimes I think
I haven’t changed much inside…
But I have! Hey,
I know you remember Scoot,
He told me what happened, at the bar
When he cried. Billy, I wish you never died! -
Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 weeks, 4 days agoThis chapter # 5
Timothy T. WillettToday 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
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freeindeed-biblegmail-com submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem or letter to the world about an experience that changed you or your life for the better 3 weeks, 2 days agoSalvation...
Timothy T.October 17th 2006…
Gave up on the old life-it just could not exist.I was using, drinking, abusing-Trying self to die
But though I was overblown-was some thinking in mind.
At the end of the night-substance and alcohol gone
Came this thinking of life stinking-maybe I was wrong.Wait a minute here-I should be crumped,
These gasoline fumes just may be dumb.
Tomorrow, my only daughter…turns five-
And I’m not wanting to be alive?How could one steal a life to others real?
When this world came to life-was it a flip deal?
Had not my best friend-escaped again,
To the hospital room from my hole-sunk tomb?
Emergency fair-I’ll wait…Have not my best friend there.Then like God spoke:
Put the gas can down-may new life, have wrote…
So, I went next days’ recovery-
Burned out and bent; but God had reality!
…And this could all be good?
Wherefore means the little engine that could?Therefore I obeyed that very next day,
And glory halleluiah-God had better/No, the best Way!!!
And no-have not had there-street life goodbye
Along with witchcraft involved in drugs…
I was simply chasing the wrong place/wrong love.
God, I thought You hated me-so I hated You too,
I for all along had been deceived-I’ll not type what needs You.
But thank You later for taking me, to the alter of grace…
God, once again-You were on time, because You’re never late!!!8:41PM
4/15/2024
MondayVoting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am
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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
To my younger self group 4 weeks, 1 days agoDear Timothy...
Hey, you, old man.
This is a letter to yourself and from yourself.
You know all those things you’ve done wrong,
Regardless of who’s fault, or who’s right or wrong.
But this is not of that my friend…
Yeah, it’s amazing.You can call yourself friend now, but you are! ♥
I know those things I put myself and others through.
I remember the dreams and aspirations.All the good things I had for you.
Looking back is confusing and God it just makes me cry.
But I’m gonna try to leave You out too.Because this is a letter to myself. To maybe find out why.
But God I can’t, I can’t look back Because it hurts too much…
I can’t go to the beach, I can’t go to school, I can’t go to church, Sitting bereaved, I feel a fool.
But Lord, I can’t do it, I cannot watch.
Cannot go to Toledo. Cannot go to Cleveland cannot go back to jail, God what am I believing?
Cannot run to West Virginia, cannot hospital trend…
All along.I hated myself, yet all the while was a good friend. ☺
I can’t even write.I’m sorry I can’t do this.
All along my life, it was my own mark I missed.
But that’s a good thing because i’m not in hell…
Only I could see my place where ever if I made, could never get bail.
I’m sorry, no can do.
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Aww Timothy everything you have been through has led you where you are today, and it’s exactly where you are supposed to be. You have a beautiful heart. Never forget that! Your past does not define your whole being. <3 Lauren
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Thank you so much Lauren, nobody has ever told me that before ♥
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months agoSick and Tired
Matthew L JablonskyThat’s it!
I’m done!
It’s over!
You won!I’m tired of fighting!
I’m tired of losing!
I’m tired of running!
I’m tired of using!I’m sick of the lies!
I’m sick of this plug!
I’m sick of not sleeping!
I’m sick of these drugs!Something has to give!
Something has to break!
Something has to change!
Before it’s too late!I know I can do this,
I just have to try!
I know that it’s in me,
I don’t want to die!I’ll do what I have to,
just tell me the way!
I need your help,
and I need it today!If I wait til tomorrow,
I know I won’t last!
These demons inside me,
are pulling me back!So God, if you’re there,
can you do it again?
Say “Let there be light,
inside of this man!”You’re all that I have,
and all that I need.
So please, Lord, help me…
I’m down on my knees. -
Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months agoWhy I love myself...
Timothy T. WillettBecause God loved me 1st-And I’m not of any less worth
My God is no respecter of persons-And He loves healing my hurting.
I love me because I’m trying-As I’m crying to care…
My Great God has made me beautiful-the person in the mirror!
I may have some good qualities instilled in me,
But the best-is alone time with God-on some humble knees.
I chose to love myself-though seems to me none else can,
So, I put God 1st, then the others, finally at last I stand!
I witness to people-telling them how much God loves them,
For all practical purposes-I’m reminded of love, over and over again!
God must see me special-He died for my soul to live,
Sitting patient through many lectures my earthly father had to give.
I love me because I’m not a robot, that cannot return the love,
It’s a free gift the Master Gave-Super, Sufficient enough!
I’m looking deep, staring into-the bottom of my heart,
And see the reason, steep to love-every brand-new day’s start!
I love me because I can love everyone else,
Even if they did me wrong-there’s no reason to not love myself!
Yes, writing this down brings tears to mine eyes,
So, learning to smile by overcoming frowns-is such a lovely surprise!
God sure does instruct me well-in His Word divine…
I love me by loving my wife-in sincere lowliness of mind.
I love me from emotions and feelings-that have become real,
I love me cause I’m sober, and love the souls-from all you at “The Unsealed”!
I love me because I see my mistakes, and when I make them-my heart breaks,
And because I’m not leading people astray-but point to Jesus who is The Way!
As Yes, I chose always wisely to learn, from all my dumb mistakes.
I love me for my friend-on this paper is how I pray…
This ink from my pen, will never run out-it just bleeds in a good way!
I love me because I love God, and have figured out-He hates me not,
I love me because I’m bought with His blood-that cleanses my sin a lot!
I’m loving myself because I’ve felt, and know the truth from lies-
Especially because this inside love-is finally leaving my past behind!!!
I love me because God has great plans for me…
And so, I let Jesus drive-and sit in the passenger’s seat!
Also, I love what it means to “be human”,
Living and growing, and returning loves sway…
And I am (through this poem)
Making “loving myself” a new practice every day!Good for burdens to be done!
Thank You-The Unsealed,
Much Love-Timothy
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This was a powerful yet inspirational piece on why you love yourself thank you for sharing!
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Timothy, your words exude a deep understanding of self-love and the profound love of God. Embrace your worth and continue to grow in love for yourself and others. May your journey be filled with blessings and the joy of knowing you are cherished by the divine. Let go of burdens and embrace the practice of loving yourself each day.
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Thank you so much for your encouraging note. What a blessing to know people actually care.
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months agoJust Another Junkie
Matthew L JablonskyDo you think that I’m alone?
Do you think that I’m unique?
Do you think that I’m the only addict,
with a good heart underneath?
Look beyond the drugs,
the sores and the blisters…
We’re mothers, we’re fathers,
we’re brothers, and sisters.
It may be hard to see,
I know you can’t tell.
Cause I was there too,
and we hide it so well.
The addiction takes over,
and you watch them disappear.
Into another world,
like the other side of the mirror.
But there is a way out,
They can become so much more, you see!
A lesser travelled path,
That we call “Recovery”.
It’s not an easy road,
and many won’t even try.
Unless they reach the point of change,
some will use until they die.
So next time you see that junkie,
or that drunkard on the street.
Pray that they get better,
That, God they finally meet.
Because I am not alone,
and I am not unique.
I am just another junkie,
Who got back up on his feet. -
Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 1 weeks agoWhat my poems mean to me...
Timothy T. WillettThey mean my daily chore-home work.
They mean my daily release-from drugs.
God, I want them so bad-But can’t…
These things mean-my sanity.Ears ring loud-Alone.
None but Jesus-knows.
God, I tempt You not-but why?
Dids’t Thou not take me-long ago?Still flying sober-how?
Dost Thou hold my tears-when?
Will they stop, could they ever-Be
Worth anything-to Thee?I will write a poem-And fly.
I’ll crash down-Goodbye.
Can say words-no meaning heart?
Words kill-I’ve seen,
Through the light of another’s dream.Was a nightmare-for both.
How can life and death-Be so close?
Walking in the Spirit…Live.
Walking after the flesh…Death.Let God direct your steps.
Acknowledge Him every chance you get!
He will give beyond belief
Be humble and watch Him uplift.
God, I don’t know what will kill me first…
Mine own poor choices,
Or the source of a heart-attacks worth.How much more?
My heart is just a doormat
Please come in and stomp your feet
Please lie to me, it sounds so sweet
Don’t tell the truth-weep bitter deceitHow fun this is-wouldn’t you agree?
This old heart can take it-for One takes all
One same literally made all!
Nor did He think it bad…But said-It is good!
It seems Jesus is in my box
I’m alone in the room with it and Him.
Broken hearted-sore troubled am I
He is the mended miracle…I don’t let Him out to try.
Is this holding the truth in unrighteousness?
That’s not what I want despite all this.My heart is just a doormat
Please come in and stomp away…Poems could make a heart unbroken.
Tuesday
Sept. 12th
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Timothy,Your heartfelt poem beautifully expresses the struggle and yearning within you. It’s a powerful reflection of the complex emotions and questions that arise in life. Poetry has the ability to heal and bring solace. Keep writing and expressing yourself, for through your words, you may find the strength to mend your heart and find peace.
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I appreciate your sincere encouragement so much.Thank you.
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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 1 weeks agoDear Addict,
Timothy T. WillettWalking through a weary land
Behold you find the rock
May you come thirsty, but not alone
And fall broken upon this stoneOut pours the Water-giving life to your soul
Free-this Living Water, gives your heart a home!
Tis’ so good to you that you want not to return
Back to weary land-please stay close and learn.That He was always there for you-in your lonely times
He caught your every painful fall-and kept you alive!
Please give God the glory-the Great Savior and King
He is the great Healer-and the answer to your dreams!Please let Him change you, for you to die not
So faithful He always is-loving you a lot!
He will not point out-sins daring glare
But He covers with His blood-eternal life He shares!He will always pardon-by His Grand Master design
Dear precious child-He is with you all the time!
He hurts so much at heart-by your troubled pain
He knows all your going through-As for you He came.Yes-He died a horrible death-just so you’d be free
And He lives beyond a guess-please this fact believe
Please with open heart-accept His perfect love…
He will lift you so much higher-than can any given drug!-Brought to you by the Love of Christ-
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Timothy,Your poem is a beautiful testament to the love and grace of God. It reminds us that in our times of loneliness and pain, He is always there, ready to catch us and heal us. His love is greater than any drug or temporary solution. Embrace His perfect love and allow Him to transform your life. He longs to bring you freedom and lift you higher…read more
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Thank you so much for everything. Your words are such a blessing and I need to hear them because I don’t get that much. I appreciate you a lot. ☺
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jablonskymatthewgmail-com submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to yourself about what you love about this chapter of your life 1 months, 2 weeks agoA Letter To Me
Matthew L JablonskyI wish I could send a letter,
to myself in the past.
I’d tell myself to let them go,
those women just won’t last.
My heart was set on nonsense,
I had no want to stay.
But I am so thankful,
that it didn’t stay that way.
Eventually I found the one,
that my heart calls home.
But I wasted so much time,
with women on my phone.
I guess they were each a lesson,
when I look in the mirror.
Each failed attempt at love,
made the right path more clear.
Well then, I guess I’d tell myself,
to stay away from drugs.
I got so caught up in meth,
I forgot who I was.
But if I’d never done the drugs,
I would never have moved away.
And if that’d never happened,
I wouldn’t be here today.
Moving down here,
is how I met my wife.
So I guess in a way,
the drugs gave me life.
Ok, maybe I’d tell the old me,
to stay away from those guys.
The ones that sell me drugs,
and the ones that tell me lies.
But years down the road,
some of those guys do great.
A few of them even,
had a hand in my escape.
Every loss I’ve had,
has led me to a win.
So I wouldn’t be where I am,
if it wasn’t for where I’ve been.
I guess I won’t send this letter,
I’ll let God make the plan.
I know I fell down a lot,
but I became a good man.Voting starts July 1, 2024 12:00am
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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Surviving Addiction group 1 months, 3 weeks agoFrom my heart to yours...
Timothy T. WillettI normally pre-mate poems with pen and paper But, this cannot wait any longer or later. Your words truly have pierced mine, and I remember surly the same state of mind. So, I will simply type on this phone my friend, even though it might not have another end. Sitting alone here on a 5 corner square, I look and see nothing in the middle of nowhere I will re-read your note that was truly wrote- From eyes of faucet water-in these tears I float. Though there’s no end at all to this telephone line, Emotions they do crawl from your heart to mine. Surly an addiction at the bottom of Erie’s Lake- I had no problem fixing every high I had to make. I would want to write to you from the bottom where it comes, But I don’t know if that is true, when mind games are so dumb. Nor has any heart bore but only similar strings, Unless one is ripped apart-it’s just not right it seems. I just cannot believe there’s people out there like me, Nor do I ever think I’m any better you see For God has made different all human existence, Yet we’re all still sinners so full of resistance And the very best thing that came from covid disease… Is the simple quote that had the note, “Please”. Now we clearly see, “We are all in this together”… In the same boat-(as light as a feather)… Is the message of Salvation for the world to live forever! The basis of a Christian is not a perfect life, It’s more of who’s been missing-but been found by Jesus Christ! It is that of progress and not of perfection… It’s a brand new spirit that with God has made connection! Jesus promised all that whosoever will… On Himself may call-that He’ll save forever still! All the talents and gifts He gave to express Of how it’s always Him to pull us out of our mess. And to lead the way over glassy seas to shore My dear friend I pray-may this heart get to yours.
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Greetings, a beautiful expression of a deep connection and appreciation for shared emotions, despite physical distance. Very heartfelt, touching on themes of vulnerability and hope. The personal reflections and spiritual elements add depth, offering comfort and reassurance to whoever reads. Thank you for sharing!
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That is very encouraging.Thank you so much! ♥
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freeindeed-biblegmail-com submitted a contest entry to
Write about a time you didn’t give up 1 months, 3 weeks agoTEENS...
Timothy WillettMy name is Timothy.
I’m a schizophrenic but take my meds.
I was diagnosed in 2004 and with my guide The Lord-the med’s help!
I’m also an ex drug addict, alcoholic and convict…
But even if I would think of this again-I’d get sick!
And because of the youth that has committed suicide,
I’m now an x smoker, No more nicotine Can I hide!
You may check up on me in the future,and if you will, I’m greatly obliged.
All you dear teens mean so much to me,
Please never think you’re not worth it, Because you are!
I understand where you’re coming from.I’ve been there and not dumb.
Find no reason naughty or nice to ever think of ending your life.
You’re beautiful.I promise daily prayed for by many,
I’m now also a Christian and I pray for you plenty!
I love you. Jesus loves you more. I pray for you, Jesus prays for you more.
Anything at all I may ever do I promise I will do it for you.
Always remember Jesus does everything better!
It takes great character to do what you do in the world today,
And you have it in you.I promise, just seek life along your way!
Something I love and gave not up on, by daily walking with my great God…
In the ending year of 2006 a man gave me a Bible,
I’ve read and studied it since that day, and loved it all the while!
This I still daily Continue to do, it changed my life and it can change yours too!
I loved it so much, I decided to go to it’s teaching school…
From the school of hard knocks to the school of God’s grace so cool!
Northeast Ohio Bible Institute, had for me taught and explained the Good News!
2008 or 2009, I started when God told me, Tim now it’s time…
About 4 years hot right on trail.I thought this lot I will surely fail.
I wanted to give up.I wanted to quit, for I was back slidden in the life that I lived.
But for sure The teacher of the class said don’t quit but get back on track!
So I buckled down and ate my spinach.And wouldn’t you know it?I surely finished!
I won and it was fun graduated with a C.And that’s not bad for somebody like me!
But oh, how sad it would have been if I’d have tucked tail and ran from the degree.
Even though I was so messed up, with at that time current thoughts of suicide…
God wouldn’t let me go, for He promised, I will never leave you.I have your best in mind!
Surely I knew that He got this, and so glad I was of six years completion!
I still so much love God’s life in me leading, He is the leader.I follow him still,
And wouldn’t you know it?I’m back in another Bible school, what a thrill!
Not just 1, but even 2! Patriot Bible University, and Reformers Unanimous too!
Life is so grand and I am so glad I had not killed myself,
For God has made everything new.So I live for Him, and especially you!
He daily blesses and it’s never the end…
So please don’t give up, for you are the Blessing-my Friend!!!3-13-24
Voting starts May 16, 2024 12:00am
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Tim, I am so proud of how far you have come and who you are today. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren
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Thank you soo much Lauren I needed to hear that. Thank you for your appreciation and an invite to the family. P.S. I typed out my poem about what do I like about this chapter in my life, it’s in the poem section or on my profile. I wrote it on time but didn’t have enough time to put it in the contest. I’ll try my best to keep up, God has me very…read more
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jablonskymatthewgmail-com submitted a contest entry to
Write about a time you didn’t give up 2 months agoThe Streets Will Never Love You
Matthew L JablonskyListen up,
and listen well.
I’ve tasted heaven,
and I’ve walked through hell.
Life can feel,
so unfair.
It all becomes,
too much to bare.
I used to cut,
and scratch my skin.
I have faith today,
but I came from sin.
Sex was cool,
and drugs were fun.
Lying, stealing,
and carrying a gun.
I thought I was tough,
I thought I was hard.
My Dad would pass out,
and I’d take his car.
I’d be gone for days,
no plan in sight.
My Dad was home,
worrying all night.
Would this be the time,
that he’d get that call?
That I’m not coming home…
Not this time at all.
Prison or death,
was my fate it seemed.
A life after this,
was just a dream.
But I finally woke up,
so I could push this farther.
But that’s more than I can say,
for my dear old father.
I was a year off the drugs,
When Dad passed away.
I was there when he died,
and I miss him every day.
He never got to see me,
speaking to a crowd.
Or maybe he did,
because now, he’s all around.
I’m glad I straightened up,
before Dad left this Earth.
Your family deserves that,
they’ve loved you since your birth.
So hang up your guns,
and don’t take that next pill.
Because the streets will never love you,
like your family will.Voting starts May 16, 2024 12:00am
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Wow! Wow! Wow! This piece is so powerful and so good and so authentic. You are amazing. <3 Lauren
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As I said, before, this piece is amazing. I just read it again today, and every time i read it I feel the impact as if I am reading it for the first time. You are brilliant and I am so inspired by you. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our community. <3 Lauren
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hangon submitted a contest entry to
Why do you love yourself? 2 months, 3 weeks ago13 Reasons Why I Choose to Love Myself
Hannah G.Dear Me,
Self-love has been a journey of a million miles after being torn down time and time again, insulted, hurt emotionally and physically. Self-love is difficult when you’re used to being lied to so much that your mind suddenly becomes your biggest bully. As I wrote in my poem about bullying that’s entitled Target “[when] the weight of the impact hits you repeatedly you learn how to fall apart without learning how to put yourself back together.” Self-love, that’s the chapter I’m on right now. I’ve read the words of Scripture that say “love your neighbor as yourself (Mk. 12:31)” and prayed for the courage to love myself as deeply as I love others. I’ve sat in the Confessional where a priest in persona Christi (in the person of Christ) pinpointed that I don’t love myself well. I’ve made many a visit to my therapists office with a self-love workbook in tow hoping that learning about it will help me to live it. It’s not perfect but I am learning.
I love how I’ve been unlearning the things I’ve learned from those who were trying to steal my light.
I love how despite the setbacks and difficulties you keep trying to put yourself together after you fall apart.
I love how you will say yes to anyone who asks you to dance because you want everyone to feel what it’s like to be accepted.
I love how you are everyone’s cheerleader. You believe so ardently in the beauty of other people’s dreams.
I love how excited you get when you get good news—you can hardly contain it and you just have to share with someone.
I love how you refuse to let apathy consume you but how you feel deeply and unapologetically.
I love how you speak from the heart.
I love how you valiantly stand up for the things you believe in even if no one is following you.
I love your tenacious spirit, your determination, and grit.
I love your ambition and drive to accomplish wonderful and beautiful things.
I love how you have a mother’s heart even though you have no children of your own.
I love that you want to heal the whole world with love.
But most of all if there is anything I love about you it’s this.
That even though the world has been so unkind to you, you choose to keep your heart soft and to be so kind to everyone you encounter.
Darling there is so much to love about you.
And I know that sometimes you forget that sometimes so I wrote this letter to you so when you’re down or discouraged and can’t remember any reason to love yourself you’ll have these 13 reasons to choose self-love.
Sincerely,
Voting is open!
Voting ends May 16, 2024 12:00am
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Aww Hannah, you are right. There is SOOOOO much to love about you. This piece is so vulnerable and powerful. I love this line “That even though the world has been so unkind to you, you choose to keep your heart soft and to be so kind to everyone you encounter.”
It’s not easy to stay soft when the world has been hard on you, but that’s a testament…read more
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Hannah G. shared a letter in the
Chasing Your Dreams group 4 months, 2 weeks agoDear 2023
Hannah G.Note: I wrote this last New Years day. I found and re-read it yesterday and realized that in part that my prayer was answered. Some of it is still in the process of being answered.
As we close the curtain on 2022 and pull back the curtains to a bright, new you I don’t know what to expect. I couldn’t have imagined 2022 going the way it did, so please forgive my anxious anticipation, and please know that it is also mixed with an excitement and enthusiasm to reset and begin again.
I pray that I change, heal, and progress throughout the year. I pray that you teach me the lessons God knows I need to learn to be who He has created me to be. I pray that you are a gentle teacher full of compassion, kindness, “I love yous” and and “I’m sorrys.” I hope this year is full of adventures, full of laughter and love, and that it is surrounded with healthy friendships that continually call us both to excellence and holiness.
Most importantly I want to strengthen my relationship with God, to listen to his voice, to trust and rely on Him fully in every moment and to give Him everything.
I ask for protection for my………
Mind
Heart
Soul
Body
Friends
Family
Homein the upcoming year. Deliver us Lord from every temptation, evil, danger and/or harm that the enemy could imagine. Make us holy.
2023 you have large shoes to fill. I know the Lord has given you a big purpose to fulfill. I know that the Lord is just a step ahead of me–He’s already in 2023 dealing with each trial, making a message out of a mess and guiding my footsteps. And so I dare to follow Him wholeheartedly into the unknown, into the heart of you–2023. Welcome 2023! I can’t wait to see what you have in store.
Sincerely,
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Dear Hannah, that was a beautiful work of art about 2023. I wrote a poem about 2023 when I learned that April was the national poetry month. I think I wrote one 1st day of the year too. I’ll have to check. But I wanted you to know I appreciate you. You’re a teacher, and that is an awesome gift to be able to teach kids. I remember some of my…read more
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hangon submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem about your favorite day of 2023 4 months, 3 weeks agoBest Moment of 2023......Birthday Bliss
Hannah G.I have to say that 2023 has been pretty kind to me. It’s been a good year and I’ve embarked on adventures that I never would’ve imagined in my wildest dreams. That being said it was difficult to choose my favorite moment of the year, however one rises above all the others.
Picture this….
It was my birthday. The July heat warmed my face as I woke to the sound of kids playing at a nearby park in the suburbs of Chicago. I was a long way from my home in Maine but it didn’t feel that way because my other half—my better half—my twin sister was sleeping in the room next door. I woke with gratitude for another day, for a new year of life beginning, for the life of my sister (who is my best friend), for the chance to do life together and much more. I say a quick prayer thanking God for these blessings as I soak up the rays of sun shining through the window and wait for my sleepy sister to wake up.
Our first adventure of the day was to get to Starbucks to get our free birthday beverage. As she sipped on her iced caramel macchiato and I sipped on my honey flat white we walked to a nearby nail salon to get pedicures all the while chatting about our hopes, dreams and goals for the next year.
When we reach the nail salon we settle in for some rest and relaxation. I choose a lighter purple color and my sister chose a pale blue color. The shades of nail polish we chose are total opposites, yet complement each other quite well just like my sister and I do. I look over to her as she’s getting her nails done and see her smiling and I smile too knowing that she is happy.
With our tummies rumbling we head over to P-Quads, a deep dish pizza restaurant that both my sister and my dad raved about. As we walked in the heavenly smell of pizza cooking wafted its way to my nose. We ordered a pepperoni deep dish pizza and devoured several slices of pizza before tapping out.
We headed back to my sister’s apartment and got ready for the main reason I was in Chicago (besides seeing my sister) to see Ed Sheeran perform in Solider Field. The previous Christmas my sister had gotten me tickets to the concert. I had waited for this for half a year and now it was here. The anticipation and excitement grew as I got ready.
Before leaving for the concert my sister and I blew out our candles had a few bites of our cheesecakes that we had ordered from the Cheesecake Factory a few days before. Each bite was creamy, delicious and super rich.
Finally we left for the concert. We arrived at Soldier Field and walked up to the humungous stadium. Khalid came out and the excitement was palpable. With enthusiasm and energy he worked the whole crowd. With the excitement at its peak Ed Sheeran came bounding onstage. I could not believe I was actually there, I have been a fan of his for a long time and here he was in the same vicinity as me. You could say I was a little star struck, even though Ed is such a humble guy. More than that a feeling of deep wonder and gratitude filled my being. How this birthday was so different than the last birthday I’d had where I’d spent the day alone, grieving the loss of my grandparents, wondering if I was seen or known. Ed sang his little heart out and the crowd shared moments of joy, laughter, tears as we sang along to his songs. As the concert was about to end Ed instructed us to take out our phone and use our flashlight on our phone and as he sang we waved our phones in the air as we took in the lyrics, the melody, the moment.
I have to admit that 2023 has been kind to me and that there have been many good moments this year, but this one tops them all. It was a perfect day spent with one of my favorite people, treating ourselves, eating good food, and watching one of my favorite pop artists sending lyrics which encapsulate both the beauty and messiness of life into the humid night air. I felt at peace. I felt seen and known in the moment. I could not help but smile from ear to ear and soak in each moment. And even now the memory washes over me and fills me with a wonder and gratitude that I know I will remember for the rest of my life.
Voting is open!
Voting ends December 4, 2024 12:00am
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Wow! Hannah! This is a beautiful piece. I love Ed Sheeran as well! And you are so lucky to have a twin sister who doubles as your best friend. I love everything about your piece – good family, good food, and good music sounds like a great day to me. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren
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Home is wherever my twin sister is. 🙂
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Hannah G. shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 5 months, 1 weeks agoSpecial Moments with my Godmother
Hannah G.*This summer my friend challenged me to write something based off of paint color names. I did it once and liked the result, so I had to do it again. I had my mom choose 5 different paint color swatches at a hardware store and then wrote this. While some details in this letter have been changed (to fit the prompt) I believe this does encapsulate the beautiful spirit of my deceased godmother so I dedicate this to her.
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I miss youI miss the way you used to romanticize life
And filled it with special moments
What a blessing it was to watch you relishing in every moment you were here.
With hospitality you would set out fancy china, brew coffee and fill a carafe with heavy cream just for me
The way you would belly laugh when we got caught in a downpour and arrived home sopping wet.
The few sacred moments we spent together in the morning where you would put my hair in a ponytail and smile warmly at me.
The way you would kiss me on the forehead and your cloudberry clad lips would imprint themselves there as a reminder of the deep love you had for me.
The way you would strategically place the tinsel on the Christmas tree so that it would glimmer in the darkness.
Your enthusiasm for life was what made you so beautiful.
And it is a piece of you that shines in the mosaic of pieces that make up me.
One day I will have my own goddaughter and I hope my wonder and enthusiasm for life
Will shine as deeply in her as yours does in me.
With Love,
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What a beautiful tribute! Your Godmother was very lucky to have you! <3 Lauren
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I was so lucky to have her. She was like a second mother to me. I just wish I had her for longer. We lost her when I was 18. I was just learning to adult. I’m now 27 and wish I had her warmth and wisdom to guide me in these transitional/transformational years of my life. I hope I am living a life that makes her proud of me.
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Check out our newsletter today – Sunday. We will include this piece.
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Awe. Thank you so much!
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hangon submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem about what you are grateful for in your life 5 months, 2 weeks agoA Song of Thanksgiving
Hannah G.I’m grateful for the breath in my lungs
I’m thankful for good morning hugs
I’m grateful for my community of family and friends
I’m thankful for God’s love that never ends
I’m grateful for a roof over my head
And a comfy, cozy, nice warm bed.
I’m grateful that I have food on my plate
I’m even thankful when I have to wait.
I’m grateful for the clothes on my back
But if I’m being honest sometimes I’m like an amnesiac
Because I forget to count the blessings that I’m grateful for
And sometimes I lose sight of what I have been given and ask for more
But the Lord is good, generous and kind
And brings each one back to my mind
I cannot begin to fathom the many ways
So I sing Him a song of thanks and praise
He has been so good to me
Even working in ways that I cannot see
I’m sure I’m not the only one to be blessed beyond measure
So to you I say cherish each blessing as you would a treasure
Make Thanksgiving more than one day long
Let it be a way of life—a beautiful song
Emanating from heart to your lips
Gratitude rising to the Giver of every perfect gift.
Today I thank the Lord for all He has given
And most importantly for His unending love and provision.Voting is closed
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I love the song approach this is beautiful
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Hannah, This is another beautiful piece by you. It is so easy to take for granted the simple things in life. But to sit back and recognize it and then count your blessings is really powerful. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our unsealed family. <3 Lauren
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hangon submitted a contest entry to
Why Are You Worthy of the Utmost Respect? 6 months, 3 weeks agoRESPECT....Find out what it means to me
Hannah G.I’m not a robot
I wasn’t made to spew facts over feelings
I feel freely and deeply
I cannot deny my experiences and my story
I have a story that people may know nothing about
There is no formula or algorithm to predict what and how intense I will feel.
I just do.
So mind what you say and do
Because you’ve never walked a mile in my shoesI’m not a scarecrow full of stuffing and no brain
I know when I am not being respected
I know when there is not an equal exchange of time, energy, effort, and love being given
I know when love is being withheld.
I have learned the difference between tough love and blatant disrespect under the guise of tough love
My brain on the best of days tells me of my worth
My brain on the worst of days may try to lie to me
But that does not change the truth
And the truth is that I deserve to be invested in
I am worth people’s time, energy, effort, and love.
And I will settle for nothing less.I’m not a tin woman
I have a heart
It beats, it breaks, it bleeds
It can shatter, it can also be stitched up
It is a treasure
Only those who are worthy of it can hold it
But it shines for all to see
Those who approach it must learn to honor it
For they would want theirs to be received in gentleness and love
Just as I do.I’m not a cowardly lion anymore.
I have found my courage.
And if you disrespect me you will hear me roar
I will roar loudly and mightily for what I deserve
I will no longer tolerate disrespect
I will be my own hero.I’m not a lot of things
But I am a human
I am a daughter of the King
I had dignity and worth from the moment of my birth
And that will never change
So regardless of how you perceive me
With the utmost respect is how you should receive me.Voting is open!
Voting ends September 1, 2024 12:00pm
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Hello Hannah,
I like your references to the Wizard of Oz characters. Your are strong and deserve the utmost respect. Good luck in all your future endeavors.Shelley
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OMG Hannah, I love the ending: “I had dignity and worth from the moment of my birth
And that will never change
So regardless of how you perceive me
With the utmost respect is how you should receive me.”That is so powerful and so good. I love the strength and power that comes across in this piece. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being…read more
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Your piece is truly exceptional, thank you for sharing it!
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Hannah this piece is so stellar!! I love love love the movie analogies you used. I felt it deeply. We definitely can tell when we are being loved, liked, and cared for respectively or if we are just being tolerated!! You are absolutely correct! This is another piece I need to hear live!! Thank you so much for sharing and please stay well! 🙂
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Hi, Hannah. Aiša here. Thank you for sharing your story and its playful undertone with all of us here. Quite the creative approach to a creative approach 😉 I found the subtly of it all to be particularly tasteful. From the moment I read the title, I was eager to find out what it [RESPECT] means to you.
And this right here:
“So mind what yo…read more
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saviourlee submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter about leaving your comfort zone 7 months, 1 weeks agoTITLE : CARBAMAZIPINE(200MG)
SaviourLeeLifeless entity; A dead identity
The shadow of dream blurringly seen
A boy lost in the jungle book of trauma and pain
Where was my baloo?
You have no idea the weight sadness carries
Until you’re not welcomed
In your own body
I know pain and trauma
like a blind man knows darkness
The festival of tears my pillow witnessed at night
was a different kind of baptism
What was my sin?
That my penalty should be a neurological disorder
Or should I say a curse we couldn’t find the cause
A curse that just didn’t scare me from flapping my wings
But made me believe my cage
Was a safe sanctuary i should never leave
All alone
every seizure was a different kind of nail
I had to endure on this Golgotha
So I put aside my umbrella of shame
and faced the rain of pain like a gladiator
after the gale of misfortune life had spurned my way
Pen to a paper
the only way I cured this cancer
For whilst science gave up on me
Art gave me another life
by dipping it’s paint brush in my redness
Now see the beauty my pain writhes out of me
all because I fell in love with it
They said he is a nobody
But wait !
Doesn’t “Nobody” know tomorrow
Now watch how I go from being a nonentity
to a psychic
Yes me; I am what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Yes me ;The one who survived the hunger of love and attention
Yes me ;The one who beat death
to it’s favorite game
and outran it with this sprinter’s legs of self belief
Yes me; The stem of don’t give up too easy’s root
Yes me ; The faith that changed your fateVoting is closed
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I am so sorry for all the struggles you faced, but I am glad you found power in your pen. I love this part:
Pen to a paper
the only way I cured this cancer
For whilst science gave up on me
Art gave me another lifeSo powerful. Use your story as a roadmap for someone. Your strength is inspiring. Keep pushing. Thank you for sharing and thank you…read more
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Thanks so much I really appreciate it
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Pls I wanted to make an inquiry on how the voting process will be like?
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Voting doesn’t start until December 1st. You can email me at lauren@theunsealed.com if you have more questions.
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Hello Lauren
Good afternoon
The contest ended yesterday and I’ve still not head from you.
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