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tortured_hope shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 7 hours, 15 minutes agoLingering words
Tortured_hopeI eat till I’m full
That’s not true
I eat till I’m half full
Wait that’s not right either
I take a couple bites
There that’s the truth
I eat for myself
No…
I eat to please others
I willingly eat
Actually I force the food down my throat into my unwilling stomach
You’re fat
You’re fat
You. Are. Fat.
I fall into spells of confusion and dizziness
I black out
I’m forgetting who I am
What was it like
Before it all
Before the pain
Before the tears
Before reality set in
Before you’re words were all I heard
Now I can’t eat
I can’t look at myself and be happy with who I am
Cause your voice sits in the back of my mind reminding me
You’re ugly
You’re fat
You’re worthless
You. Are. Nothing.
Sincerely,
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sarabrooke88 shared a letter in the
Surviving Addiction group 6 days, 14 hours agoThis old house
Sara Brooke CrawfordIt’s 3:33 am & this old house is way to quiet.
I should be in bed, but I just had to try it.
Started as a thought, then my mind showed me an image.
I shoulda known I’d regret this in an instant.
I gotta get passed this and give it some distance
I define willpower and screw you addiction.I’ve got two years sober I promise heroine doesn’t love you.
Sending love well being and hope to anyone struggling with addiction. Never forget the stars shine for you . -
sarabrooke88 shared a letter in the
Introductions, Icebreakers and Prompts group 6 days, 14 hours agoLittle old me
Sara Brooke CrawfordHellos to all my name is Sara, I have loved writing since I was a child, I really had a lot of desire for writing it was and is such a great outlet I really enjoyed it, as i got older I chose to go down a troubled road and now at the age of 35 I am beginning to find myself as a women as a mother as a daughter a partner and friend. I saw this group on Facebook and knew it would help me grow.
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Sherry Noble shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 1 weeks, 6 days agoLearning positivity
Sherry NobleDear Unsealers,
I am a 36 year old woman and wife to my 39 year old husband. My husband was diagnosed with primary progressive MS in 2013 the year we met and also got married (when you know you know!) At first the only visible sign from the outside looking at him was his gait and poor balance, he always appeared to be drunk when you watched him walk. From his perspective, he could no longer see out of his right eye, which became permanent, he was retaining urine which was not safe, he was having a hard time doing his job which involved using his hands and fine tools due to neuropathy like symptoms. Now he uses a cane and a walker and takes medication for spasms in his legs. Now he has also bein diagnosed with major neurocognitive disorder which is a basic open term for dementia. I am his caregiver with the help of a home health aid 12 hours a week. Neither of us expected to be in this position when we met in January of 2013 and married that September. It progressed rather fast and more than likely won’t stop. My husband has a great attitude though which is amazing for him, and so hard for me sometimes, I’ll admit. Sometimes I want to talk about everything and cry, but he already pushed it out and doesn’t think about it like I do somehow. He’s teaching me in his own way how to be more optimistic and less stressed over things you can’t control. I have my own illnesses, mental illnesses, that flare so to speak when I am stressed and it’s helpful to be with such a strong person. Sometimes I don’t know if I have it in me to be a wife and a caregiver to the same person at such a young age; then I think about how we’re helping each other out in different ways I just forget to see it that way, the way it is.
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Sherry,
I just wanted you to know your letter about your husband has encouraged me to always look on the bright side of things, and except people for who they are (including conditions). You do have it in you to continue taking care of him, and your honest transparency letter proves just that. Thanks for being a good friend.-
Thank you so much for your kind words
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Erin Vreeland shared a letter in the
Introductions, Icebreakers and Prompts group 2 weeks, 6 days agoThe Last Word
erin victoria vreeland, mfaThe Last Word
Suffering hallucinations is quite real.
My reputation has suffered acutely
For those screams and moans. They only occur
When I am tired beyond comprehension.I have cinematic dreams, and blinding green
lights pulsate and revive, illuminating walls.
Sometimes writing from my teaching years
Appears in the air, a cloud of equations.My father is watching in his Rice sweatshirt.
I am waiting for him to talk, but ghosts
Must have their etiquette and methods.
I don’t know what I would say if he appeared,I should probably write it down, just in case.
He’s my phantom. I have so many questions
I would have difficulty insisting on answers
And perhaps equations cannot be solvedWithout mentioning heaven. It’s our final
Inside joke. He told me I would always
Have the last word. Sometimes it’s painful
To be correct. I’m waiting for his voiceTo issue forward. I finally found
The last word: silence. Silence and damages.–Erin Victoria Vreeland
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Sonya Eldridge shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 3 weeks agoDefeating Bi-polar
Sonya EldridgeToday I have decided to tell my story. I suffer from bipolar. I was diagnosed with the mental disorder over 20 years ago. I have been through alot. It has been a real problem most of my life.
It was triggered after I had my second child. It was a nightmare 😔. I ended up being hospitalized several times over the course of twenty years. I will do my best to explain the horror of it all. I remember having one episode after another. Each episode was very exhausting and dramatic. I would block out a lot of the different personalities and triggers of emotional dynamics. It was so 😫 tiring.
I will try to explain one of my episodes to give you an idea of it all. Well, it all begins with not taking my medication. It slowly turns into a horror movie. I hear voices and act out several different personalities in my mind. I begin to have spells of crying dramatically having thoughts of despair. I was on edge and going down a bottomless pit of not wanting to be here anymore 😪. Yet, in most circumstances I didn’t want to kill myself because an angelic voice told me, ” no” don’t do it! I say, “okay” most times. Smh.
In these drastic times I have family who did help me like my mother. And that was important and fortunate because at these times it is good to have positive support systems in your life.
In most cases my family would call 911 and have a rescue squad come get me. In this case, I can’t stop crying. I wanted to leave! I wanted to go away! My family would say that I was going to the hospital. My main support is my mother. She was always there for me.
Once the ambulance 🚑 arrived I felt like I was in a horrible movie. This has happened to me several times over the years. Yet on this particular case the ENT would come in from the ambulance slowly one my one. They see I’m distraught and incoherent. I don’t know who I was at this point. I’m yelling for no reason and crying for no reason. I can’t understand what is going on. The police also came in…and it got worse. They felt like I would hurt myself or others and so one officer threatened to taze me. I said please don’t..please give me some water to drink. They did.
They slowly calmed me down and then my casemanager came in to also help out.
They asked her several questions to understand why I was like this. She told them that I was bipolar. I am so sick at this point. I have felt supernatural powers around me. I would say, ” I see angels”. They weren’t really visible but a feeling of goodness and calming voices.
So this contributes and adds to my psychotic behavior 🤔. That is what I felt.
I want to tell you the experience of being INSIDE THE AMBULANCE 🚑. Once I get inside the ambulance I felt like i was being ported to an experimental place. I was scared!!!!!This particular personality in me was very informative. I was talking a great deal like I was literally someone else.
One ENT said that he had never seen anything like this before. I finally got to the emergency room. Once there I begin, to yell and bring attention to myself. The police 🚔 officers were staring at me. A guard was placed at the entrance of my room door. I was being watched for over 24 hours. After a while a psychiatric doctor told me I would be admitted to a room in the hospital.
Now, I was on the floor of the psychiatric unit. Once I was in my own room I was in a bed. In some cases I was given medication to help relax me and I would sleep for hours.
So this was a particular bipolar experience. The next day, after being monitored I had to learn and come to appreciate little things again. Showering 🚿, brushing my teeth, wearing a hospital gown, and being served my breakfast lunch and dinner. This was a safe place.
Once I stayed a couple of weeks I was let go. I had a team of supporters around to help me. I had a case worker, a psychiatrist, and medical doctor coming in to see me. I felt much better. This was going to begin to be a part of my life for over 20 years. It is hard. But I will say I’m currently doing ok. So remember you are not alone. Be positive. Find good supporters in your circumstances. I hope this helps someone. Thank you for hearing my story. I am beating bipolar. -
Torrie Hrdlicka shared a letter in the
Surviving Addiction group 3 weeks, 5 days agoHavoc
Torrie HrdlickaHello, I’m new to TheUnsealed. This is a poem from a dark time in my life. I’m just so grateful to not be in this position anymore. I’m excited to this as a tool for healing! Thank you for reading.
I can’t breathe
A simple death is about to be achieved
Where it leaves me 6 ft underneath but the thought has always been appeased for all the nights I used to stay up for just a little tweak and depriving my body on every inch of sleepFeeling crazy and distraught isn’t as pleasant as it seems
Death tends to follow me somewhere deep within my dreams
So I stay awake as part of a better scheme knowing one day it’ll take every ounce of meBecause now
But I’m the only one left to take the blame,
They call me insane because everything I do tends to be the same
With depressed thoughts hidden deep within my brain
Hoping one day I’ll have wealth with imaginary fameFrom the beginning I tore everything apart
Having to big of a heart for the wrong people just from the start just to end up doing hot rails at a park because I felt all alone and left in the darkI guess that’s the biggest excuse for an addict always blaming our problems on something just to go and have it, wishin you wouldn’t have had it, bad habits soon to wind us up dead in a casket, this havoc turned you into a savage and living under a bridge in the winter with no jacket.
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Greetings, I commend you for your bravery in exploring addiction’s challenges, portraying raw emotions and struggles with honesty. Your piece vividly depicts the pain and chaos that come with substance abuse, while also conveying a longing for redemption and a way out of darkness. Congratulations and thank you for staying with us!
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everything andnothing shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 4 weeks, 1 days agoThe Matrix
Frankie BakerThe Matrix
I wake up like I never went to bed.
Sleep is upon my open eyes,
yet they are glazed and scarlet red.
I don’t remember what happened yesterday,
nor do I have a semblance of what the day holds.
I schedule my life out to stop the mind decay.
I sip my coffee until I realize for two hours it’s been cold.
I glance around myself,
“When did I put that picture on my wall?”
“Did I put it together or buy that bookshelf?”
Sometimes I wonder if there’s someone I could call?
But for everyone living their lives,
going to school, work, home, sleep-
It really wouldn’t make sense to hear my cries.
I can’t remember how my mind got so deep.
How I can’t recollect moving into this apartment.
I know I pay for bills, electric and such,
I have a garage that has my car now with a dent,
I mean I remember that much.
I used to go to college,
I had a friend, I think.
But school never taught me a good message.
I always felt blue and everyone was pink,
like I had a mask.
I was so perfect, smart and happy,
but at home, there was always a panic attack waiting for me,
a part no one could, nor would ever see.
Somehow I stopped driving to college.
I had several jobs and goals,
yet I couldn’t find my true meaning or message.
Outside I seemed successful with my methods and morals,
but it seems there’s a part of my soul left behind,
somewhere along moving out and now,
I lost my mind.
Either that or the matrix has me now under its hold.
Somedays I feel the grass under my feet,
and other times
I can’t even look at myself without wanting to retreat.
Cause somewhere along the lines,
I lost me,
and I don’t think I can get her back.
Somewhere on the other side of the root and the tree,
ss the life of that little girl I now lack.
God, I just want to wake up sometimes
without shocking myself with my own touch.
To not wonder If I committed any crimes,
cause my hands are calloused and rough,
From something I can’t even remember,
or can even give a second thought.
When I go to sleep at night
It’s with dread and regret,
that I have no idea what happened in this fight.
But what can you do as you watch the sun set,
It’s the matrix.
Maybe one day,
someone will come and it will all be,
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Frankie, you have so much purpose and so many gifts. Just one day at a time, try new things, and pay close attention to what makes you feel good. Keep pushing. Sending you a hug <3 Lauren
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aww, thank you Lauren, I’m trying
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Darnel LaFrance shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 1 months agoStaircase in the Glass Castle
The Boy With The Black EyesOnce again//I lay awake,
Light passes through dark stained glass skin,
A mirror, a chisel, a key,
The door behind swings open,
And why should I not have that which I desire?
I trace her steps.
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My amethyst heart pounds violently as I maneuver through corridors of crystal,
Glassy tears break into marble pieces/my feet don’t bleed from shards,
I stare down at the marble Staircase in the Glass Castle,
Statuesque like meter in the frame,
And it was beautiful.
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Never more/I fall asleep
The ugly lustre of my body devours the room,
A reflection, a thought, an emotion,
I close the door behind by me,
I know not what I desire when my body desires my mind,
I return to the room.At my worst, it’s felt like I’ve been swimming through my molasses. The storm has passed, yet fog remained. Echoes blurred the vision of an aimless vagabond.
I cannot see; still, I love my eyes
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Darnel LaFrance shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 1 months agomother
Darnel.My veins are celluloid,
My skin is made of wood,
I kept along the lighting fires,
Trying to get rid of myself.
Wake a little skin for the shredder,
Fill the basket with my pieces,
If I walk in the wind,
I’ll just be carried away,
Take me to the stars so I may be light,
I know not what you want of me in this life,
Flax off in pieces; I’ll be paper today/
& I just need a little water to grow up
& I just need a little sunshine to grow up -
Rebecca Engle shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 1 months, 3 weeks agoPhases
Rebecca EngleBirds still chirp their fucking hearts out on crap days,
Like a karaoke star who’s totally lost his way.
And flowers? They’re gatecrashing funerals with sass,
Whispering, “Was it our fucking fragrance, perhaps?”People scatter when shit really starts to hit the fan,
Quicker than I say “fuck it” to my diet plan.
But the ride-or-dies? They stick like fucking glue,
Like that piece of gum on your shoe, never bidding adieu.The moon’s up there, changing her damn mind,
Like me in front of the fridge, a late-night find.
So hey, give yourself a break, don’t stress the fucking phase,
We’re all just bumbling through life’s mad, crazy maze.In the cracks and crevices, we find our fucking groove,
Dodging life’s big-ass feet, we move and we improve.
Escaping the drizzle, dodging the damn pee,
We’re the fucking misfits, making it, wild and free.So when life feels as tough as a week-old fucking baguette,
Remember, we’re rocking this shit, no need to fret.
In this grand ol’ mess, we might seem fucking small,
But we’re damn well blooming, giving it our fucking all. -
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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Shandi Henley shared a letter in the
Surviving Addiction group 1 months, 3 weeks agoIt Started With A Dream
Shandi Henley #SadGirlChroniclesIt started with a dream.
Oh wait, I was just high, clear my mind,
and it is amazing what you’ll find
all these sober feelings, my mind is racing.
My heart is pacing
but that money I’m still chasing
It started with a dream
I can’t waste no more time.
I learned my lesson by committing my crime,
I’m ready to move on in life
and make a damn good wife
despite what anyone has to say.
I know that I can change my way
I’m left with nothing, just like zero
it’s time to be my own damn hero
Forced to feel all this emotion,
but I can’t give up cause I got devotion
time to be dedicated, fuck it
Let’s get educated
open my Bible the only thing reliable,
read about what’s expected out of me
practice good behavior and see what life can be
it started with a dream
wipe those tears and clear those fears
time to stand on my own 2 feet
and then only will my goals be meet
I got ambition in these eyes
and if you can’t see that then I apologize
and fuck you if you think otherwise
clear my mind and it is amazing what you’ll find.
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Wow! Shandi, this piece is incredible! I can feel your power through your words. There is so much greatness ahead of you! <3 Lauren
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Shandi, Your letter is filled with determination and a strong desire for change. It’s inspiring to see your commitment to personal growth and leaving behind past mistakes. Remember to stay focused on your goals and believe in yourself, despite what others may say. With dedication and education, you have the power to turn your dreams into reality.…read more
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Shandi, God bless you for your poem!! Very inspiring and encouraging. I especially like the fact that you acknowledged the Bible. I do have a lot to say, but I’m going to type up this reply poem I wrote back to you. I don’t know how to do this stuff on the email but I will try to figure it out. Blessings to you-Timothy
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Shandi Henley shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 1 months, 4 weeks agoCRASH
Shandi Lynn #SadGirlChroniclesIt’s like I’ve been trying to get somewhere my whole entire life, but
hitting every red light along the way.
ITS Like my brakes go out
thousands miles too soon.
And like I burn
thru way too much gas after filling,
and I can’t even trryyy to justify
the wear n tear of the motor.
I have Been spinning my wheel
and getting nowhere
for as long as I can remember.
I’m running on fumes.
My tires are bald.
I’m one blow out away from
swerving into oncoming traffic.
My dreams are in the passenger seat
with a broken seat belt, a drunken smile,
and an empty bottle of vodka
that I haven’t gotten the courage
to throw away.
I have a green valley
of possibility in front of me.
And a mountain of regret
in my rear view mirror!
I’m hoping there is just enough
in the tank to make it to the end of this road. CRASH -
Shandi Henley shared a letter in the
Introductions, Icebreakers and Prompts group 2 months ago55
Shandi Lynn #SadGirlChroniclesI’m hot but I like it mild
Sometimes needy, labeled the wild child.
Lucid Dreamer like the Pisces I am.
Born on the only day that’s not always there….got me questioning LIFE from the day it began! Thank you.
If you do the math I equal 55.
But I failed that subject.
Words over numbers that’s where I thrive. Trouble maker Too cool for school
but finished that shit cuz I wasn’t no fool. Babies having babies so quick to be grown. Took on that roll
I still proudly chill on that thrown.
Thank you.
My reasons to grind, a whole new light.
My Pride n joys and Proof
That I can do something right! Thank you. Welcomes more lost identity.
Still Shandi but constantly morphed,
searching for real serenity.
Somedays up somedays down,
sociable emotional, ready to get devotional. Thank you.
Spread love n laughter
maybe a people pleaser.
Make plans to break plans,
but follow thru with promises.
I write to write about all these feelings just to read them at my own leisure.
If you took a test about YOU
would you pass or fail?
Do you know what make ur own boat sail?
I won’t answer my own questions…
What if everything you have been told was wrong with you is actually everything that is right? Ok here comes the rabbit hole it’s time to say good night. Thank you!-
If you took a test about YOU
would you pass or fail?
Do you know what make ur own boat sail?I love that part of your piece. So many of us don’t know ourselves, or think we know ourselves and we don’t until we really take a pause. Thank you for sharing this insightful piece. <3 Lauren
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netta shared a letter in the
Introductions, Icebreakers and Prompts group 2 months agoHello...
Donetta SiffordHello Everyone!
I’m new to The Unsealed. The site caught my eye because of the backstory and I believe the contests seem interesting. I’m a writer with a handful of poems published.
This is my first letter so I thought I’d introduce myself briefly. I am a recovering addict with some mental health issues. I also have two daughters and a grandson. I live in the house my grandparents raised me in before they passed away.
When I’m not reading or writing, I enjoy photography, swimming, hiking, listening to music, traveling to places I’ve never been and painting ceramics.
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Welcome to The Unsealed, Donetta! Your introduction is truly beautiful, and your devotion for writing shines through. Your journey of healing and strength is inspiring, and it’s wonderful to hear about your creative goals and love for exploration. I look forward to reading more of your letters and sharing in this community with you.
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aisatheauthor submitted a contest entry to
What is your ”perfect day?” 2 months, 1 weeks ago‘Day Away
Aisa MWhat’s in the way—
first thought of the day?First thought of the day:
If I still knew how
to play pretendfirst things first
I’d love my brain again.“Have fun,”
they say.Fun?
These days
I spend most daysrunning from
the very idea.I don’t bother—
I don’t let “fun” bother me.Instead,
it’s with peaceand ease
that I wish to
‘shoot the breeze.’Everyday
I do my best—I try.
Even when the only way
I know how
isto cry.
No day is perfect
but what’s a day that’s as close to perfect as it can get?It’s allowing it
to be okaythat my best looks different
depending on the day.To trust that
to have it any other waywouldn’t accomplish the same.
Because to live is
to survive
before it is to thrive.Now what they don’t tell you
is thriving takes reviving.And what remains
can’t be given a name—until the day you can say
“I trust in you.”And so I grew.
At las,
anew.And new…
and new.And I’ll continue to grow
let it showbask in the afterglow
of the perfect day
on replaywith my someone else—
the one I nevergave up on
finding.So when asked to describe
the perfect daysome might say
it’s bright.When asked
I insistthey’re not quite right:
it’s blinding.
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vonj submitted a contest entry to
What is your ”perfect day?” 2 months, 1 weeks agoP. R.A.Y
I’ve been going through some things…
I had a dream, it was something like Dr. Kings.
I had a dream, it was something like Dr. Kings
But I aint have the answers Sway, so I went somewhere and prayed.I pray one day we all take the time out to read, so our minds will be set free. Slow down and end the programming of the music & the T.V.
I pray we become more conscious of the things we consume, redefine what we call food.
I pray we learn to nourish our mind, body & soul.
I pray one day as a people we become whole.
I pray one day, as brothers and sisters we can tend and mend each others broken wings.
I pray we can learn to do things from our heart, and not just to be seen.I pray we truly believe we can fly! Without a basketball, backwood, sheets and funnel or whatever method it is you use to get high.
I pray we stop living just to get by.
I pray we use our voices to sing to the most high.
I pray we look in the mirror, acknowledge and turn from our wicked behavior. For let a man examine himself.I pray we stop bragging about riches and strive for wealth. I pray we stop playing the game for self, the only way to win is to not even play.
I pray we all can sit and learn to pray.I’m not a player, I’m a prayer.
I pray that those who think they have to keep it on them, pray that they never have to use it. It’s a war within ourselves and some things I pray we can learn to leave on the shelves and at the altar.I pray we unlearn all the detrimental things they’ve taught us.
I pray we realize it’s a spiritual war for our souls, and that it’s all mental.
I pray we realize that sex is sacred, and learn to respect our temples.
I pray that when it gets dark, you can be light for your peers.
I pray that this prayer fall on open ears.
I pray we all learn to face our fears.I pray we can acknowledge each other by name.
I pray that you recognize, I am you and you are me. We’re one in the same.
I pray we learn to hate fame. I pray that your spirit is renewed. Realizing you’re a fearless, righteous, educated and strong human. That’s F.R.E.S.H.I pray you know you’re not lucky. But yes, you are blessed. And yes, I pray this prayer outlives me.
I pray you share and soak up all of this knowledge and wisdom I’ve given from my heart for free. AmenVoting is closed
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Hello,
Your poem is very beautiful and refreshing. I appreciate the honesty and one can hope one day in the, preferably, near future, it’ll come to fruition. Thank you for your prayer.-
Thank you 🙏🏾 I’m glad this blessed you. Please share with anyone you feel it will bless. Just a prayer 🤲🏾 from the heart, growing up and experiencing life in Washington, DC the other side of the White House, the Capitol and the Monument.
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poeticaddiction_365 submitted a contest entry to
What is your ”perfect day?” 2 months, 1 weeks agoMy Perfection
Tracy B.As close to perfection
A day can get
It has to be filled with
Joy, laughter and a good time
Simplicity at its finest
I picture a day filled with love
Surprising my Bae with tickets
To see one of her favorite comedians
B. Simone
Not ruining the surprise
Being a little suspenseful
‘Cause the romance
Should never die
Keeping the spark alive
Laughing uncontrollably
From start to finish
Seeing that smile on her face
Means so much
Any day with you makes the world
Seem perfect
Even though we know that not to be true
You are quite a dream come true
Any other day that could even measure up
Would have to be filled with
Rest, relaxation, some good music and poetry
A warm bubble bath to soothe the tense muscles
Forgetting the troubles of the day or week
Allowing my self care to be my peace
Resetting my intentions
Cleansing my mind, body and spirit
A perfect day can lead to many blessings
I just pray for a day that is calm
That leads to memories to be cherished
And is close to my definition of perfection!Voting is closed
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Hello,
Thank you for sharing. It’s the simple things that matter most in day to day life anyhow, they’re all puzzle pieces to life. All the listed suggestions sound very appealing.-
Thank you Ari for reading and I appreciate your honest feedback!
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seymojl submitted a contest entry to
What is your ”perfect day?” 2 months, 1 weeks agoA Perfectly Perfect Day
Jody SeymourStreaks of gold sift through the slits of wood as I wake to feel the warmth caress my face.
Lips brushing against my forehead with silken kisses gently encouraging me to open my eyes.
A quiet conversation while slowly sipping cinnamon tea. I feel the heat in the curve of my hand as it transfers from my favorite ceramic mug.
Bringing me peace as I embrace the tranquility of the moment. The aroma enveloping my senses and perfuming the room.
I casually let my fingers slide over my wardrobe as I create my ensemble for the day.
The beauty of feeling unhurried and able to relish in the pleasure of selecting garments showcasing my individuality.
I fold my body into my girl, a brilliant blue Jeep, made naked as to relish the scents of spring and the whispers of the wind.
The destination not the priority. A leisurely excursion to escape the restlessness.
Taking in the warm breeze on a sunny afternoon. The radio playing my favorite songs, bringing back memories of times past.
The path followed as I sail through the countryside leaving thoughts of my younger years and dreams left along the way.
Stopping midday at a favorite cafe to indulge in a meal with my closest friend.
The conversation bringing joy to my soul as we talk lightly and laugh loudly without reservation.
Smiling as I head back home with the hours on the backside of the day. Time moving slowly and shadows appearing as the miles drift by.
I lace my shoes and head out into nature to indulge in the solitude of running alone. This too invoking feelings of pure satisfaction.
Allowing for silent meditation and a chance to release the burdens held within. The one true moment of peace as I feel the calmness radiating throughout my body.
As day cascades into night I welcome the quiet of the evening with the one I hold dear.
Welcomed home with a sweet embrace. The beauty of detailing our day in an encouraging exchange.
The sun slowly fading and capturing the last remnants of this beautiful moment in time.
I climb into the comfort of our bed with the arms of my beloved pulling me near.
I drift off knowing I wouldn’t change a thing. Time stands still as I recall the perfect day.
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This is so soothing! Sounds like a wonderful day. Thank you for painting this picture for us!
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Greetings,
Your writing beautifully captures the serenity of simple joys and cherished moments. It paints a picture of peacefulness. Bravo!
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