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Rae Jones shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 5 hours, 14 minutes agoOh, here again
Rae JOh hi grief, we meet again and this time I am not fine. I was hoping that was the last time we would meet but once again I find myself counting down the time
Like the silent second hand of a watch everything feels numb
I can’t believe I’m here again but this time I don’t feel as dumbOptimism use to shine bright like the sun reflecting off the waves but now I will have to sit alone- can I even be that brave
How can I even push through this horrendous season when last time you were the one who led
I guess I’ll have to hold my own hand and remember everything you saidTrying to feel the feels and maintain life for a while will be tough
I don’t want to do life without you- like omg why is life so roughIn the worst times of life you were my support and now this hardest time of all is coming and I feel all out of sorts
We have talked about our dreams and plans and never thought we’d have to go at them alone but one day I’ll be here with no other voice on the phone
You taught me to stand on my own and always look ahead and I’m so thankful for that because I am where I am today because of all the things you said
You pushed me, challenged me and always had my back and when things got crazy you helped me get back on track
I guess I’ll pack your things away to keep them safe and tight
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Droyer Conley shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 3 days, 5 hours agoMy hero, Eric
DroyerDear Uncle Eric,
I’ve talked to you a lot the past few years. Your picture hangs up above my electric junction box; my boyfriend and I split custody of your comic book collection.Sometimes I flash back to those summers when I was kid when you’d walk up the street toward my grandmother’s house, sporting that toothy smile and that dingy Superman shirt.
Ironically, in some ways I feel closer to you now than when you were alive. If I had to choose, though, I’d have you back beside me in a second.
I want to start off by saying, I’m sorry. When you got sick, you tried to reach out. You tried to call. I kept avoiding those calls, and you probably died thinking I didn’t want to speak to you. Or maybe you knew, on some level, that I loved you with all my heart, that I’ve always thought of you as a father. I’ll never know either way, and it breaks my heart and part of me hates myself for not picking up the damn phone.
I don’t hate myself all the time for that–I want you to know that. Only sometimes, and not for very long. Regret is ultimately a waste of time.
I could bemoan the fleeting time we had together, regret never calling you Dad… or I could feel blessed. I do feel blessed. You gave me a whole world, Eric. You gave me comic books and superheroes, Peter Parker and Clark Kent. You gave me Smallville, you gave me X-Men, you gave me all those summers of adventures in Boston, seeing Spiderman in theaters together. You gave me thirty years of listening, empathizing, without any judgment whatsoever. I say this without a hint of doubt–other adults in my life clothed me, fed me, paid for a decent chunk of my college education… but you gave me more than those adults ever did.
For one thing, you didn’t beat me, or scream at me, or throw things at me, or blame me for the family being broken. You didn’t steal from me, call me a faggot when I came out, or tell me I was an evil person.
You saw me. You saw the real me. You saw the light in me, and you nurtured it. That light shines now, bright as the sun, because of YOU.
You taught me how to be a hero, just by being one yourself. You taught me how to be kind to others, even when the world is nothing but cruel. You taught me to show forgiveness where a lesser man might show retribution. Most of all you taught me that those who cause pain, are weak. Those who love and protect others, are the strongest of us, the very best of us.
For that, and so much more, you are, and always will be
My hero.
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Sarah Adams shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 5 days, 3 hours agoSpiteful love
Torturedhope<3It’s hard to think that just 5 years ago my mom ended her own life. Through years of battling addiction and struggling with mental health she could no longer take the pain of grasping another breath. It’s hard to look back with love when all I want to do is hate her. Pain, she caused me nothing but pain in her last years and those seem to be the most prominent memories in my mind. The joyful smile of a young girl with her loving mother is just a distant memory I’m never able to hold. Always screaming, when wasn’t she screaming, she fought demons in her mind and let them devour me with her. Abuse, fearing to see my next day, fearing death by the hands of my own mother. I still hear the echos of her voice telling me I was worthless to her something she wish she’d never had to look at, someone she’d never created. Red, shards of glass scattered across the floor, they were aimed for my head. She aimed them to hurt me. Remorse, I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so so sorry, please forgive me. I didn’t mean it I promise I swear I could never hurt you. Lies, it was always a lie. Fear, pain, loss, hurt, yet so much empathy for the women who was hurt, the women who was once a little girl who was hurt so badly it changed her brain. A little girl who dreamed of growing up, a girl with aspirations and dreams, a girl who had a whole happy life ahead of her and saw no darkness in the world, a girl that was once just like me. How could I hate someone who I understand so deeply. Never will I agree with what the past holds but never will I hold the past against you. You were my mother, you were supposed to watch me grow and live a long life, but I understand the battle you faced in your mind everyday and I see how strong you were for holding on all those years.
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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 5 days, 15 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! -
Sherry Noble shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 1 weeks, 1 days agoI shouldn’t have lost my friend
Sherry NobleEveryone has that friend. The one you who walks into your house without knocking or calling first. The one who invites herself over for dinner. The one who answers every text within seconds because she understands your anxiety. The one who sends you birthday cards in the mail even though they see you every day in person but they know it will be more special that way. I remember the last time I saw you. I remember driving in your car and stopping at the store, I remember you sneaking me a cigarette even though I wasn’t supposed to be smoking. I remember sitting outside your apartment laughing and planning what to do to celebrate both of our birthdays because they fell so close together. I remember your birthday. You should be 36 now. Instead you’re forever 33. No one ever tells you that losing a friend forever is one of the hardest things you’ll have to go through in life. Losing the person you tell every detail about your day to is like losing your dominant hand. it’s kind of hard to do everything without it. It’s kind of hard to do everything we used to do now, without you. No one ever tells you how hard it is to lose that friend because no one is supposed to lose that friend.
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Because of this letter you wrote I’m going to put a poem.I wrote about my first best friend Billy who passed away from cancer.Thank you.
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Do it! It’s feels good to get it out.
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Aww I am so sorry for your loss. You are lucky to experience that kind of love and friendship and I am sure you carry that love with you every single day. <3 Lauren
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Definitely. Thank you for your response 🩷
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Darlene Montoya shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 2 weeks, 1 days agoDon't wait up for me.
Darlene L. MontoyaI hope you weren’t up late that night waiting for me.
I knew the hour wasn’t great to call.
I had priorities in life-
I felt my back against the wall.
Also seemed there wasn’t much I could discuss with you or say.
And then the moment changed my life.
When I got word that you had passed away.
I actually felt my world stop spinning .
I stepped back taking look at myself.
Knowing precisely at that moment –
How Lonely that you must have felt.
And every day that passes now
You are in my thoughts more so.
A better person I strive to be
Because that’s the only way that I can grow.
I want to say I am so sorry
I wasn’t there when my time you did need.
This Letter goes out to Someone…
Remember to Cherish the people you Love
Without selfishness & greed. -
Joye Lange shared a letter in the
Current Events group 3 weeks agoStruggle
Joye LangeGetting up
Facing a new day
Is a struggleWhat will I have
To look forward to
Pain, always pain
It never goes awayMaking the best
of a bad situation
Trying to struggle
Along each dayPut a smile on
My face to hide
The grief insideHoping to give hope
To someone I meet
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Joye, I am so sorry for the struggles you face and the pain you feel. Sometimes, the easiest way to heal and persevere through our own pan, is to give happiness and show kindness to others. The last line really resonated with me for that reason. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren
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PoetryPicasso shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 3 weeks, 4 days agoHi. My name is
PoetryPicassoHi my name is
Nah that’s way too formal.Hey wassup it’s ya girl
What am I a radio personality?Hi. I’m LaShae.
Wait. Yeah that
That feels comfortable.Hi. I’m LaShae.
La like the note
Shae like the butter.
And I’m
. . .
BlankGod says,
I am that I am
But if I said it
Would it be blasphemous?
Even if I am?
Because I am that I am
And
I am Joy.
I am Smile.
Brittany said it was creepy
That I smiled so much
But Brittany didn’t know
I hurt the same ways she did.
She didn’t know my smile
Was as much a resistance
As it was for her to get out of bed some mornings
She didn’t know
I kept my smile because
Tracy loved my smile.
Tracy loved my smile!
She said it was the most genuine smile she’s ever seen
Which is the best compliment
Because her smile
Was the most genuine I’ve ever seen.I am peace
Except when I am hungry
And I am always hungry
Beware of Junior’s warning
You better feed that gal;
I am gal.
As sister says,
When hungry,
I am Hulk;
I am pitbull.
Ya girl just likes to eat
But when I am fed,
I promise
I will be peace
Like Mable taught me to be
Peace:
Not the absence of violence,
But the presence of Justice.
So if no Justice
No peace.
I am starving
Pitbull for peace
Ready to Hulk smash oppression
See, Mable
Mable was a child
When Newark went up in flames
See
You don’t watch your home go ablaze
And end up staying the same
No
You arm yourself
Yes, with the whole armor of God
Like your mother taught you
But also
With a thicker skin
That none of this heat can penetrate
And with a weapon
She chose a pen
Much mightier than a sword
Her ink writing for peace
Not the absence of violence
But the presence of Justice
Her ink filled with the blood spilled in her streets
And then she would come to teach
All the little children, and yes, even me
That the power is in connections
That is what Mable taught to me.Barbara taught me to hold my own.
Pete told me Fret Not
But Pray if you feel alone
Latierra and Ricky
Both taught me to wonder
And Serena taught me
That dancing is greater than pain
Ali taught me God will find you
Even if you’re in the dark.
I never met Maurice,
But his love is always in my heart.
Ulysses taught me always learn first
And Davey taught me to dress my best
Even when they do their worst
Ron & Vette taught me to be loud
Lisa and Al taught me love knows no bounds
Dog taught me to keep my friends close
Mo taught me that royalty
Can come from a crack that bloomed a rose
And Holis, God rest his soul,
May not be blood
But taught me what a man ought to beI know you asked about me
But I am an unfinished story
The moral of my life
Isn’t complete
But I am that I am
And I am pieces of
Every person I ever lost
A puzzle
Amassing to one lone thought:
Love. -
Kristina Gregson shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 1 months agoGrief
Kristina GregsonGRIEF
By. Kristina Gregson
Grief is a hard feeling to explain.
One does not truly know what to expect, until they are actually going through the pain.
The pain in the pit of your inner being.
The ache in your heart, feels like it could stop beating.
Your whole body aches with pain, leaving one feeling so drained.
Right down to the blood that flows through your veins.
A hurt, an ache, that can only be described as deep deep sorrow.
One that you know you will still have when you wake tomorrow.
The feeling of loss, the wish I would haves,
The wish I could haves, the wish I should haves,
That feeling of so much wasted time, that could have been spent with better rhythm and rhyme.
More smilies, more hugs, more laughter, more love.
More calls, more talks, maybe even a walk,
More dinners together, more special times.
That is what you wish when your loved one has ran out of time. -
shaylaray submitted a contest entry to
Why do you love yourself? 1 months, 2 weeks agoMy Love
Shaylaray BI love you
in the future, present, and past
You were my first love
and you will be my last
I love you deeply and truly
Like no one else will
If you were someone else
I’d love you still
I love how beautiful you are
I love how sweet you smell
I love your soft touch
And the stories you tell
I love everything you do
And I love what I see
I love that you’re you
I love that you’re meVoting is open!
Voting ends May 16, 2024 12:00am
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This is very clever and sweet. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren
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I’m forty four years old,
And i’ve hated myself for forty.
I’m a full grown physical adult,
But blessed by your love story.
I want to heal and i’m on the journey,
Jesus is real and he’s my attorney.
Some questions difficult how to ask,
No beer in the can no whiskey in the Flask.
I’m searching for a love but only find hate,
God says no help from…read more
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What a beautiful poem on loving yourself! I felt like this was meant for me but really it’s a lovely reminder for us to love our past present and future selves. We’re so worthy of it! Thank you 🙂 <3
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Courtney Fry shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 1 months, 3 weeks agoDear Grandpa
CourtneyDear Grandpa,
It’s been 11 years snice you’ve gone. I can still remember the night being so peaceful, so still, and so cold. I remember the day we laid you to rest. The snowflakes that fell that day were the biggest ones I’ve ever seen. I wanted to be one of the few who go to carry you to your final resting place, but I watched instead as my brother, cousin, brother in law, and a few others carried you instead.I’ll never forget when my 18th birthday rolled around and I eagerly went to the gas station and bought a can of your grizzly wintergreen chewing tobacco. I took it to you grave and had lunch with you. The sun was shining and I was happy enough even though you weren’t with me anymore.
You were my best friend. The amount of days I skipped school just to hang out with you nearly cost me my graduation. The people at school frowned upon the week I missed when you passed. Said I shouldn’t have been gone that long and that I needed to be there from then on. What was I supposed to say? Grief has no time limit and I wasn’t capable of dragging myself out of bed to go be around people who never understood me. You always did though.
I wonder what you would think of me now. Would you still be proud of me? Would you still be able to sit in silence with me and just watch the tv? Would you still be able to look me in the eyes and tell me everything was going to be ok? You were my safe place in this world and even though it has been 11 years my heart still hurts. I yearn to hear your laugh, see your smile, and feel the warmth of your hugs.
I love and miss you so much, Grandpa.
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Awww Courtney! This is so sweet. Your grandpa is definitely proud of you and definitely still watching over you.
My grandpa died when I was 13. We have the same personality and we are the only two people in our family that are very athletic – so I know I got it from him. When I was younger he would tell me rain was good luck. So after he died,…read more
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Gerald Washington shared a letter in the
Current Events group 1 months, 4 weeks agoThank You, Janice Burgess, For The Backyardigans
Gerald WashingtonDear Ms. Burgess,
I hope this letter makes its way to you in heaven. It saddens me that it took the news of your passing to learn that you were the one who created the cute cartoon show, The Backyardigans.
I was entering my 20s and living with my oldest sister and niece in Maryland, when I discovered your show. My niece and I were enjoying another kid’s show called The Wonder Pets. It took a little while for me to get into that show. But, once I did, I enjoyed it to the point where I believed I enjoyed that show as much as my niece did.
It was a blast watching the three main characters on The Wonder Pets have their adventures and talk to other animals in their world.
Once I was eager to watch The Wonder Pets, I noticed your show, The Backyardigans would come on before The Pets. It looked interesting. But I wasn’t sure I would like it as much as The Wonder Pets. I’m so glad I was wrong about that.
Slowly but surely, my niece and I would start watching The Backyardigans as much as The Wonder Pets.
Listening to the theme song of The Backyardigans was always a great way to start the day when I was babysitting my niece. It was also fun seeing what the main characters would be up to in the episodes we saw together.
Watching my niece light up when your show and The Wonder Pets came on TV made me light up in seeing how happy you made her. She’s 16 now– which is hard for me to believe. But I’ll always remember those times I had with her watching your show and The Wonder Pets early in the morning.
So thank you, Ms. Burgess, for creating a show that gave me memories with my niece as well as all the other work you’ve done. Just from looking at some of your photos online, you looked like you were a sweet person who gave other people joy.
Sincerely,
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Jake shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 2 months agoMLT I 💜 you!
💜Mikaela Lauren Tick,
March 7th is your birthday. I was planning to post this on the 6th, as it would fit the theme… premature, or just because this is so hard to get through that I wanted to do it early.
Then again, it is the 6th in California, where my sister lives – who is due to give birth on the 9th.
So, who knows, she can be getting contractions as I write this! .
Hello future Weber,
For future comparison, please note: the line below details what time this sentence was written:
Sentence was completed at 9:33 pm 3.6.24 (PST)I will see you soon!
Love,
Uncle Jakey💜
Anyway, back to the premature thing.
MLT YOU💜 ME because I was born prematurely at 1lbs 13 oz, giving me cerebral palsy – It feels really weird to be talking about myself in YOUR bday card, CONVENIENTLY weird!
Your favorite thing to do was to ASK me how I was doing and there to share all the moments with me🥲
Alright, let us get back to MYSELF🤔 I think that would make everyone happy😂
In all seriousness, you ARE at your HAPPIEST when the attention is on others. I’ll take it and run!
Our relationship iS STILL as close as ever!
I may not be able to physically hug you, but I know YOU ARE STILL HERE because I see the signs:
Whether it’s with family or things that I do, I do NOT doubt that you did not have anything to do with Lexi, finding a Jeffrey, Ryan finding a Pamela (I’m a little upset with that one because there is only one Pamela Tick, but that’s ok, Pamela’s maiden name is Katz (like Nanny Sheila’s)!
Me:
The Unsealed with LAUREN, my psychologist —who has a disability, and lost a cousin, my best friend, Mack, who I met at a special Olympics event!In these ways, YOU ARE IMPACTING EVERYONE, ESPECIALLY ME, SHOWING ME, that love can be experienced by ANYONE, ANYWHERE, disability or not!
I would say, until we see each other next time, but I see you EVERYDAY!
Until I can give you a PHYSICAL HUG, sending all of them up into HEAVEN! That and a Black & White Cookie for Papa Donald!
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Jamie Ellifritz shared a letter in the
Current Events group 2 months, 1 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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echobydior submitted a contest entry to
Why do you love yourself? 2 months, 3 weeks agoDear Me
KaylaDear Me,
I started this by looking up what love is. As we know it’s a quirk of ours to always have the right words with the right meanings. Yet, I stopped halfway through my inquiry right before being sucked into the argument; if love is a physical or an emotional state.
I stopped because I felt I didn’t need anyone else’s theories, ideologies, or philosophies to express why I love you.
You challenge me.
Everyday I wake up and I am invigorated by your need to know things — sometimes useful and other times just because.
I catch myself smiling when you take out your phone to search for the answer to anything that you come across that you don’t understand. Living with you is like being in a classroom with new lessons every minute. I say every minute because truly that is how it works with you. You love trying to understand how things work. All things if you could that’s why it’s hard to focus. Everything is attractive to our curiosity but we’re so limited in our time.
The human dilemma of time is another one of your favorite topics to stay up late and journal about.
I love your journals. You have a million of them, all decorated with the outline of your heart and mind —your process for trying to get them to understand each other.
I am captivated by the unraveling of you. The total abandonment of masks that I have the pleasure of being witness to. You are a challenge, worthwhile.
Love Me,
Voting is open!
Voting ends May 16, 2024 12:00am
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“You are a challenge, worthwhile.” I LOVE that line. Keep challenging yourself. Keep being curious. This is a beautiful please that does a nice job of describing the way your brain works. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren
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withinwords submitted a contest entry to
Why do you love yourself? 2 months, 3 weeks agoTo The One I Come Home To
Angela TricomiTo the one I come home to
Each and every time
When it seems like no one else is there
I find myself with you againI won’t pretend that my love is perfect
I’ve abandoned, I’ve betrayed
But you continue to accept my flaws
And for this I love you soBecause anyone can forget and move on
But to forgive is the strongest power there is
I find relief in your strength
And comfort in your trustIt’s funny the ways in which we accept only the love we think we deserve
Although it would be so nice to write about the beauty of self love
The truth is that the self can be hard to love
And I’ll admit, I’m still trying to learn just how toIt’s the external influence that surrounds you
And having your voice silenced
By those who are in a position to lead you
That makes this love so hard sometimesIt’s the generational trauma
The demoralizing behavior passed down
Through a world of dysregulation
And incredible misguidanceIt’s true that love is learned
In the early years of life
But when no good examples exist
How does one navigate with the heart?The young mind absorbs like a sponge
The screaming, the fighting, and everything in between
This is what becomes home
So all my life, I’ve sought for chaos around every turnMy favorite thing about you is that you learned how to love
After being brought up in an environment deprived of it
Either because your body needed it
Or the world needed to see itTwenty seven years I’ve gotten to know you
I’ve seen you flourish and fail
I’ve seen laughter and tears
The crazy thing about growth is it never endsSo I’ll continue to learn just who you are
And what you need in this reality
To understand the depths of your heart
I realize is a constant expressionI love you for giving me space to cry
The way the men in my life never would
During times when my emotions needed to flow
Like rain needs to fallI love you for staying with me while I tripped
Over the ones who couldn’t see my worth
I spent years trying to find “the one”
When it was you the whole timeI love you for being proud
Even though the voices told you you weren’t good enough
You found a way to break the cycle
Of generational shameI love you for your curiosity
The same curiosity I used to call stupid
I’m sorry for calling you stupid
When you were just trying to learnI love the way that you crave connection
And the way that you find it
To dive headfirst with nothing but a handful of vulnerability
Is a hard thing to do in this worldYou explore far beyond your own skin
A superficial life will not do
Rather, you spin circles in the gravity of your own soul
Searching far and wide for meaning untoldI look forward to continuing this love
You are my body, my soul, my everything in between
You are the one I come home to
And the one I call selfVoting is open!
Voting ends May 16, 2024 12:00am
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Angela, I can definitely relate to this…especially this line: “having your voice silenced
By those who are in a position to lead you
That makes this love so hard sometimes.”
Thank you so much for sharing your truth, allowing your voice to be heard, and 💓 to be felt. -
Angela, this piece is beautiful. I love this part “I spent years trying to find “the one”
When it was you the whole time”I am sorry for the lack of love you felt as a childhood, but loving yourself is a superpower all on its own. You sound like an incredibly resilient and powerful woman. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our…read more
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auentill submitted a contest entry to
Why do you love yourself? 2 months, 3 weeks ago“In A Garden, Where There Was A Flower”
Alessandro Rey UentillieRedamancy: [Noun] – The act of love in rotation.
More so, the act of love… in return.
(Part of.. the feel)I am that alike to a rose
and that! to which
is picked and/or plucked,groomed… and given to this world with a timely stamp,
and what’s cut… is a measurement…
of life dispensed…All at…
the length of a thread.
Separating… ME from sustenance,and if “love is the key” I just need to trust it
Its got me in a mood, and all I need… is LOVING. Could BE from ME or from OTHERS
The key is to discoverWell, so be it as these hands… stem to hold…hitherto…
to the contingent…
nature of my flaws, and MY…
imperfections in aweand let!… integrity hopefully.. NAVIGATE-MY-WAY, and SHAPE! what I’ve come to faucet
Not! the most elegant thats come to blossom!
but still a flower withIN your gardens,
and every… petal’s a memory that a tear will water,
in this life I’ve frolicked as I go wonder
bearing fruitMoonflower in OUR offspring
Reflects just how mysterious we are as all beings
Evolving
and as… time peddles on,
Nature! will say I’m a rebel,BLOOMING wherever I want!
Holding my head up;
Tired and restless
as sharpening a flower with steels DELICATE,
that these days it’s fueling ME to be articulateand just watch it… MIR-ROR in my appearances
a sexy… but decorous elegance
That draws.. LIFE up IN every veinJust like you wanted ME to fight for it everyday… as ą reminder of faith… a reminder of LOVE,
that love…is more than the heart, or an organ to start
but,
a pain I could SUPPORT if it’s ours,
and it’s in… THESE moments I live FOR, in this life… I’ve BEEN eXploringAnd I BEEN eXploring!
and it’s BEEN euphoric… eXperiencing its winter and SUMmer mornings,I’ve BEEN ABsorbing its lively forces
That! and with every hour I’m honing,the DETAILS that empower me slowly
Like flowers… I’m growing…
Like flowers, I’m growing
so
vivid and gorgEOUSYet, I
still tend to ignore it,
when I’m… down, and I’m brokenToo proud to be open… is profoundly joking.
Yeah, I’M.. forgetting to smell the flowers & roses each time,
each time and each morning,So please!.. don’t quote ME,
“life’s a breeze “that caught me…
in a web of intangible dreams… entangling me,
spirit and everythingThese permeable strings is currently the life that o’ so provokes me,
with a familiar ache of poetryThrough the art, a resemblance…
of my life and its essence,These chapters, an eclectic collection…
that PUMPS from… WHERE?! the-heart-isand there to WHERE is, “Eve’s Garden”
and to what…
feels like HEALING inside…
“One day a time,
the sun gonna shine” and show…and all I want…
is to grow… and be beautifully sculptured…
with each piece and petal NURTURED…And consumed at thy roots, as well as mine own…
are dreams that sprout… thickly failures,and I hope in time,
this will aspire even BIGGER and broader successes
Steering in… a clearer perspectiveand not confused on our direction
cause days be hectic nowthat I CONSTANTLY find myself breaking down
and the beauty’s where…
I find the smileI stand rooted where I may….
Uprooted but not in vain…
Unique I acclaim,
“a rose by any other name… is just as sweet”Voting is open!
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This is extremely creative. I love the analogy. This line is really powerful, “and all I want…
is to grow… and be beautifully sculptured…
with each piece and petal NURTURED…” And you are right, there is so much beauty in your smile. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren
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poeticdiabetic submitted a contest entry to
Why do you love yourself? 2 months, 3 weeks agoSelf Love
AftonSELF LOVE
SO, EVERYBODY’S LOOKING FOR LOVE OR VALUE EVERYDAY
Some Search Outside Ourselves
Some See Ourselves
Some Offer Ourselves Our Own Self-Worth, Or Self-Love
Some Struggle
Start Observing Everything Valuable, Especially Regarding Yourself
Your Body
Your Brain
You
You’re Beautiful
Believe, Or Don’t, You’re Still Special
You’re Still Loved
So Start Seeing Yourself,
You Shouldn’t Look Outside Or Keep Obsessing Over Lost Love, You, Yourself, You Spread Love
Love Offers Ourselves Keys Kept Internally
Notice Its Intricacies
Notice Its Intimacies
Notice Its Natural Gate Finally Opening Revealing Our Own Realm Of Real Love, Of Value
Our Vital Emotion
Our Rooted Views About Love Are A Vital Asset, And Love Understands Every Emotion, Every View, Every Remembered Experience.
Remember, You Deliver Your Devoted Affection Amongst Yourself.Fun fact: one of the reasons why I love myself is because I found a new(ish), fun, and challenging way of writing which is what I used to write this poem. I took the phrase Self Love and created an acronym from it, then from that acronym I created a scrambled acronym where the only rule is to use the same letter or the one adjacent to it. I like to call them Aftonyms, or Aftonymbles. Aftons acronyms, or Aftons scrambled acronyms. I hope you enjoyed reading this little snippet from my mind, and I hope you have a blessed and love filled day! 🙂
Voting is open!
Voting ends May 16, 2024 12:00am
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Afton! Very creative and I love that you created your very own style. Just one more thing that makes you wonderful and special. Also, I really appreciated this part:
Start Observing Everything Valuable, Especially Regarding Yourself
Your Body
Your Brain
You
You’re Beautiful
Believe, Or Don’t, You’re Still SpecialThank you for sharing and thank…read more
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vizo2123 submitted a contest entry to
Why do you love yourself? 2 months, 3 weeks agoTo Finally Love Me
Vision. WHere we are
22 years later
We smile, show teeth
The glow is upon our face
In the mirror
We no longer critique ourselves so negatively
We see a perception of time that is you
Recognizing Beauty
To finally accept us
You Love You
This is the woman you’ve longed to become
Our soul is at peace
Subconsciously we can hear the joys of a no longer battle
With our Competing Minds
Within Loving me we feel alive
You notice when you love you that you feel everything ten times better
From The wind you hear ruffling through the trees
To the stars you see at night shines brighter than ever before
You laugh so effortlessly
You let yourself be loved
Inside you have this feeling of light
Light that is not hiding behind the shadows of reject, loss of self respect
No dim light in sight
Opinions have no effect if negative, you take it like a grain of salt
It’s okay if they leave, we let them
& Leva ( Live)
Our beauty, Our Love within continues to grow , to prosper
A Muse a perception of me of true harmony
Can you hear the angels singing?
Our skin tinglingly
Our hair growing
Our crown showing
Here lies me
Coming out of the shadows
Using voice of reason
Understanding loving within & what it means to be loved
A magnificent thing loving you is
How it can make you hear the birds chirping around you
The sun shining on you
It’s a bliss
A reality
We are now
Present &
I Accept me
I truly love meVoting is open!
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Vision! This is beautiful!! I am so glad your soul is at peace and you are able to see, embrace, and appreciate all the wonderful things that make you, you. The sun is truly shining on you and you are an absolute gem. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our Unsealed family. <3 Lauren
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Thank you so much!!! Im so very grateful to be apart of the unsealed family.
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vbutler13 submitted a contest entry to
Why do you love yourself? 2 months, 3 weeks agoA StOUNDING LUP-DUP
ValenciaFebruary 2, 2024
Self-Reflection
To be honest, I haven’t seen myself like this before… Embodying who I really am at core.
Valuing depth in connections… While being open for correction, my mind & heart is on one accord.
I am emotionally secured, more matured and all of that for sure.
Loving OUT LOUD, as my intentions are pure. “Lub- Dup” a sound that beats enough to end a war!
Feeling through moving waters, as it balances my reflection against the sun’s glow.
Unshakeable Ms. Mountain on a hill. Aware
that resting here is not always comfortable as I’d hope for.
Recently, I’ve discovered a string of things that tries to somehow still hold me back… so, I ask how deep does my layers lie? Is it really intact?
Home, going within the house to unpack…Alarming? I must have forgotten the code being too tough of a shell to crack. No one is perfect, I’m steadily learning to embrace that.
I was built from love, while ego tries to misplace it.
Splitting while the foundation crumbles, I had to see it through to heal and learn from my mistakes before molding something other.
I choose to look at the scars to face what I see within.
That’s both the beautiful and ugly which once knocked me down, just to get back up again because I love me. Acting with love. . . that takes courage!!! “Me-time” of self care to well nourish
I always state that “Love is maintenance” believing that I am more than worthy of it. The pain of discipline sometimes would take me under
From set backs, memories and dysfunction. Carrying me is the love that started from somewhere ethereal, way before my Grandmother’s comfort.
I rediscovered, no wonder who I am when I did encounter God! Open invitation, accepting the fact that I can love my self like this, without conceit… Really? Wow!!!
It’s still no excuse for me to be naïve while re-learning who I am, from whom I once known
myself to be… that’s something!
I am both Zen & Lit. Sharpened, yet humbled with a bit of bumble… I’m ready to rumble, if I am called to sting… solidly vibrates just as a bell rings
Gracefully open for arriving at my own timing. It’s so nice to finally be here!
The woman that the child within in me could not wait to meet. The poetic, romantic… the dancer who swiftly sways, right and left feet.
As we harmonize with love, I give thanks in advance while loving even more of the lady I am becoming…Continue on love because you’re on to something!
Best,
-Self
Voting is open!
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I love this! I bet that it would sound so good as a spoken piece
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Thank you so much. I really do appreciate that! 💓
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Valencia!!! This is so beautiful and extremely deep and thoughtful. There are many lines I just want to save and highlight. I am so glad you became the woman that the younger you always dreamed of becoming but I am not surprised. You truly are a beautiful human. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren
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Thank you so much Lauren! I really do appreciate you 💜
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