For five whole years, I was a pro,
At silent stares and calm “hello.”
No words were spilled, just quiet grace,
A masterclass in the art of no-face.
Then, at five, I made a decision.
Enough of this silent division.
I flipped the switch, let the chatter begin,
And suddenly, I was in full swing!
I spoke so much, you’d think they needed a chart,
To track the words I’d soon impart.
From “Why’s the sky blue?” to “What’s for lunch?”
I had a million questions, and a verbal punch.
I’d talk through movies, during lunch,
With tales told and stories won.
My endless chatter, a comic delight,
Turning each day into a verbal fight.
They’d ask, “Is she ever going to pause?”
But I just laughed, breaking all laws.
From mute to a mouth that won’t shut,
I’m the life of the party, and that’s a fact cut!
So if you see me with words galore,
Just remember, I’m making up for the silence before.
No more quiet—now it’s all in jest,
And I’m here to chat, and chat with zest!
In dreams, I saw a classroom gleam,
With magic wands and a shimmering beam.
The chalkboard sang and danced around,
While unicorns played leap and bound.
I pictured juggling pencils, bright,
Teaching math with pure delight.
Every lesson was a fest,
With flying kites and joyful zest.
Breaks were filled with circus acts,
And students came with tricks and snacks.
The room was buzzing, full of cheer,
A place where fun was always near.
But real life’s got a different hue,
With sticky notes and glue askew.
The magic wands are just for show,
And not every lesson’s a grand debut.
We manage mess and joyful chaos,
With laughter that’s both loud and various.
The dreams might not be quite the same,
But the joy is real, and that’s the aim.
So here I am, the dream’s come true,
With every day a mix of new.
Embracing all, the highs and lows,
In classrooms where the true joy grows.
In a world so vast, a message clear I’d send,
A truth I’ve learned, a lesson to commend:
No words can teach what life itself imparts,
For wisdom blooms within our own brave hearts.
We craft our tales through trials, joy, and strife,
Our lessons etched by moments in our life.
The paths we walk, the choices that we make,
Shape who we are, the truths we come to take.
So while my message might be wise and true,
It’s life’s own lessons that will guide you through.
Embrace each moment, let your spirit grow,
For through our stories, deeper truths we know.
In Philadelphia’s streets, where memories flow,
I think of you, Grandpa, and the times we used to know.
With chocolate sodas in hand, we’d stroll along,
Sharing stories and laughter, where we both belonged.
Hershey’s in Coca-Cola, your sweet treat of choice,
Echoes of your laughter, still ring in my voice.
Though distance kept us apart for much of the way,
The few times we met are treasures I replay.
Your wisdom and kindness, though glimpsed from afar,
Left a mark on my heart, like a guiding star.
I miss you dearly, but your love will stay,
In my heart, forever, guiding my way.
WOW, Rebecca. What a beautiful poem and a great expression of emotions. I think that your words perfectly sum up the effects of death. You reminisce on the good old days and wish you were there again. And you wish you could relive that exact time with the same people. Although you can’t relive them, these memories will last forever and always be…read more
Dear younger self, amidst the labyrinth of youth,
Where uncertainties clouded paths, obscured truth,
You wandered through the years, searching deep,
Seeking identity, secrets to keep.
In the echoes of doubt and questioning gaze,
You found strength, navigating life’s maze,
Discovering within, a steadfast belief,
Not in heavens above, but in earthly relief.
From hesitant whispers to confident voice,
You embraced being atheist, making your choice,
Rejecting the dogma that others proclaimed,
Finding solace in reason, where truths remained.
In the mirror’s reflection, you faced your own face,
Accepting your disability, with dignity and grace,
Learning that difference does not mean less,
But a unique perspective, a strength to confess.
Happiness blossomed in the garden of your brain,
Not in falsehoods taught, but in being whole,
You learned to breathe freely, unburdened and light,
Embracing your stance, standing firm in your right.
Dear younger me, in the tapestry of time’s weave,
You discovered the power to believe,
In yourself, in your journey, unswayed by fear,
A woman of substance, your path crystal clear.
In a world where convictions often clash,
You found peace in embracing your own path,
An atheist, disabled, woman, proud and true,
In the vast expanse of life, embracing all of you.
Rebecca, your grit is an inspiration to me. I love how you describe what you endured when you were younger with strength and poise. It sounds like you have been a freethinker for your entire life. The power of embracing who you are is indescribable. Thank you for sharing!
In his arms, the world aligns just right,
A place where heartbeats synchronize in the quiet night.
The hustle fades, the stress melts away,
In his arms, it’s easier to face the day.
Under open skies or beneath the city lights,
His embrace cuts through the coldest nights.
A gentle strength, a quiet might,
With him, even the darkest moments become light.
Time softens its relentless march,
In his arms, there’s no need to guard my heart.
A soft touch, a steady hand,
In his hold, I truly understand.
Each worry lifts, each fear retreats,
In his arms, life feels complete.
He’s the calm when life gets tough,
In his arms, I have more than enough.
No place else I’d rather be,
Than here with him, where I’m free to be me.
All that’s gentle, all that’s warm,
I find right here, safely wrapped in his arms.
This is such a cute poem! I feel like I’ve seen your name before, so if I’m right, welcome back 🙂 I really like the flow and the rhymes you used! This is a very sweet and warm piece, and I’m glad you shared it with us <3
In the vast silence where words once failed,
Among shadows where fears prevailed,
You, so young with steps unsure,
A silent fighter, pure and demure.
Born into a world unkind, you struggled to find your voice,
A journey not chosen, but imposed without a choice.
Nonverbal, delayed, they labeled you, placing limits they saw fit,
But even without words, your spirit refused to quit.
Taunted and teased, a playground’s cruel jest,
The bullies and mockers putting courage to the test.
Harsh boundaries crossed, a young heart betrayed,
In those silent battles, your resilience was displayed.
From the depths of these trials, your mission took root,
A desire to shield others from the oppressor’s boot.
With every tear shed, a resolve grew within,
To fight for those silenced, a war you could win.
Now, your voice is finding its mighty roar,
Speaking out for justice, opening new doors.
Each injustice you faced fuels your fervent plea,
Advocating for change, setting the silenced free.
The pain once endured now powers your cause,
Championing rights without a pause.
With each step forward, you reclaim your might,
Turning darkness encountered into future bright.
So march on, unbroken, with your head held high,
Proud of the battles fought, under life’s gray sky.
Creating a world kinder, just, and true,
From the ashes of your past, the best of you anew.
With courage and love, stronger than ever before,
Your journey from silence has opened the door.
You’re not just surviving; you are setting the pace,
For a world that sees all, beyond any disability’s trace.
With love and pride,
Your older self, unbroken and proud.
YOU ATE THIS UP!!!! When you said, “A journey not chosen, but imposed without a choice” I audibly said, “Wow,” and knew this was going to be a very strong piece. The words you use are unmatched and it’s impressive to be able to write a clear story with strong words that rhyme. Thank you so much for sharing 🙂
Rebecca, You are an incredible human and your story has and will continue to inspire so many. This. poem is so well written and so powerful. You are such a force. <3 Lauren
That’s alright, Jesus is good
Know for sure I appreciate you and I’m just speaking my heart ♥…..
I honestly meant no offense, please don’t take it that way.
Birds 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.
Rebecca , your letter is filled with raw and honest emotion. Life may be chaotic, but remember, you’re resilient. Embrace your uniqueness and keep pushing forward. You’re blooming and giving it your all, no matter how tough things get.
I LOVE this, Rebecca! The passion in this poem is incredible!! Having the ability to shake off the bad times is not easy, and I am so happy that you have such a positive outlook on life!!
They said I’d burn, but I found my fire,
Defying the limits of their uninspired mire.
Tales of a perfect life, a distant, elusive dream,
Yet here I stand, my reality upstream.
Solving my Rubik’s with time, each turn a surprise,
The colors align in ways they couldn’t visualize.
A mosaic of triumph, far beyond their design,
A life that’s unfolding, uniquely mine.
Now, a grad student, my ambitions taking flight,
In a happy relationship, my heart alight.
Only 21, and stepping into my first role,
The future’s a canvas for my eager soul.
Looking ahead, I see a path of my own making,
A journey of dreams, for the taking.
Years stretch before me, a vast, open sea,
Every wave whispers, “This is meant to be.”
So let them talk of flames, of battles lost and won,
I’m the architect of a life that’s only just begun.
Conquering dreams, with each dawn I rise,
For the future is mine, a boundless prize.
Becca!!!! This is another great piece. I love this part, “Looking ahead, I see a path of my own making,
A journey of dreams, for the taking.
Years stretch before me, a vast, open sea,
Every wave whispers, ‘This is meant to be.'”
You are such an inspiring person with a very empowered and strong perspective. That has taken you thus far in life and…read more
In a town where promises are plenty and the government hands out aid,
A question echoes softly, under the shade.
“Why try hard, why aim high, when help is just a call away?
Why bother with the struggle, if you’re okay day by day?”
The government says, “We’ll help you, keep you safe and fed,
You won’t need to worry, we’ve got your back,” they said.
But this kindness has a shadow, a kind of hidden chain,
It keeps you in your place, with not much to gain.
“Why go for the mountain,” some wonder, “when the valley’s just fine?
Why face the storm, when you can just recline?”
Because in that easy comfort, there’s a trap so sly,
It tells you, “Don’t bother,” and time just passes by.
But some folks aren’t buying, they want to chase their own dream,
Not just live on handouts, or so it would seem.
They talk about doing things, making their own way,
Not just taking what’s given, but having their say.
They gather in the streets, their voices loud and brave,
“We want to earn our keep, not just quietly behave.”
For freedom and the chance to chase what they deem sweet,
To work hard for their wins, and not just take a seat.
So why aim for something bigger, why try to break free?
It’s about making your own path, as far as I can see.
Not just going with the flow, but steering your own boat,
And in that hard-earned journey, you’ll have your own note.
So let’s not be fooled by an easy ride, bought and sold,
But aim for the horizon, with courage bold.
The road might be rougher, and the climb can be steep,
But in that effort, you’ll find a joy so deep.
In the intricate fabric of life, both dark and bright threads intertwine,
Weaving a story of joy and sorrow, uniquely mine.
No single moment shines so bright,
But every hue blends just right.
From peaks of joy, where hearts soar free,
To valleys deep, where eyes barely see,
Each step, each stumble, and each stride,
Together, they guide me inside.
The laughter that echoes after tears,
The courage that grows from facing fears,
In every up and down, I find my way,
In darkest days and in the lightest fray.
Lessons learned from love that’s lost,
Strength gained, no matter the cost,
Wisdom from making amends,
An open heart when the journey bends.
It’s not just one moment, but the collective thread
That weaves the path I tread,
Both storms that raged and calm that followed,
Dreams that soared and sorrows swallowed.
I stand grateful for every scar,
Every healed wound, every star,
For what has shaped me is life’s complex weave,
A journey rich, in which I believe.
In gratitude, I embrace both joy and pain,
Recognizing each moment’s unique gain,
A step in life’s perpetual ballet,
Changing me for the better, in its own way.
This is absolutely beautiful. There is so much wisdom weaved into your words, which are expressed so poetically. This life immediately captured my attention: “No single moment shines so bright,
But every hue blends just right.” You are so brilliant and creative. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our Unsealed family. <3 Lauren
During my nights facing failures stare
I discovered myself ensnared wandering in a daunting labyrinth.
My freshman year, a nightmare, with grades dismal,
A future so bleak it seemed to extinguish my passion.
The phone would ring, its updates a blow
Each call clinging harshly to my mother’s heart.
Alone, in the darkness of night tears would freely flow,
Engaged in a struggle hidden from all.
With nobody to confide in guidance felt scarce
“Just study harder ” they’d advise as if oblivious.
Where to start when hope appeared faint
Every attempt felt doomed as if fated to whirl away.
Amidst that desolation I unearthed a glimmer of hope
A murmur urging me to mend.
“Why surrender ” it whispered softly “on dreams yet untold?
Why not resist the urge to give up and step beyond despair?”
gradually with resolve
I confronted each obstacle and subdued my fears.From failures, to achievements a long journey I’ve traveled
With dedication and determination that never unraveled.
Now standing as a graduate student and teacher in my right
Recalling the times when things weren’t so bright.
A message I hold for those in lifes sea
“Don’t lose hope your tale is still unfolding, wait and see.”
To souls at risk feeling trapped in a cage
Your story is yours to write on this page.
Growth can emerge from despair’s stage
Keep pushing ahead keep dreaming with unwavering courage.
In moments of despair when all seemed lost
I found strength within me at personal cost.
Hold fast to your dreams like a guiding light
For the strength you seek resides, within who you will be.
Rebecca, I so admire your drive and your tenacity. I truly believe there is nothing you can’t do, as your spirit and resilience are just so strong. Congratulations on being your own hero and making your dreams come true. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren
We chase the dream of a perfect day,
But imperfections won’t go away.
In this world of chaos, we stumble and sway,
Yet beauty hides in the mess we create.
Laughter echoes, but tears fall too,
In every hello, there is a goodbye too.
The sun shines bright, but my shadows loom,
In every moment, a story’s hidden gloom.
We quest for control, but life’s untamed,
Unpredictable twists and turns we can’t reclaim.
Yet in the midst of turmoil, we find our strength,
A resilience that guides us through life’s length.
So let’s embrace the journey, with all its flaws,
And find the beauty in the imperfect laws.
For life’s not about seeking perfection’s gleam,
But dancing with the mess, and making it our theme.
In the uncontrolled moments, we find our voice,
A unique melody that echoes our own voice.
The same melody that makes us make a choice.
Let’s cherish the imperfections, the quirks and the flaws,
For they shape our story, and make our life pause.
Rebecca, your letter beautifully captures the essence of embracing imperfections and finding beauty in the chaos of life. Your words resonate with strength and resilience. Keep embracing the journey and cherishing the imperfections that shape your story.
I am not a parent but I want to be one day today that ability to birth my own changed
In the quiet of the night, within my soul
I felt like a shattered bottle, burdened by misfortune
now fragmented on the ground
With dreams of motherhood pushed aside.
Tumors, occupants of my body
Whispering fear like a consuming fire.
My body, a battleground, weary,
Carrying the weight of lost dreams.
No gentle movements within my womb to experience
No little hands clasping mine to seal the bond.
The path to motherhood, radiant and clear
Now hidden from view.
Amidst this brokenness a flicker of light shines through
For not everything is lost despite appearances.
Though my physical form is fractured my spirit endures,
In the rubble resilience sustains.
I am more than the sum of my pieces
More than the emptiness in my heart.
In shards of glass reflections of a beginning emerge
Finding strength, in being reborn.
For family transcends blood; it is forged through connection
Love can be found in forms.
Though the route may have altered the journey continues
I will navigate through fields adorned with clover.
So I’ll gather all my fragments, one, by one,
Beneath the nurturing rays of the healing sun.
Even though I may never possess everything on my own
I’ll construct a life where love is eternally sown.
Within each shattered piece there lies a captivating tale to share
Of resilience, hope and how I stumbled into despair.
Yet I emerged more with a courages flame
Navigating lifes intricate labyrinth without any shame.
I am not merely a discarded shattered bottle left aside
Instead I’m a warrior with a stride.
In this journey, through lifes trials and tribulations
I find solace knowing that strength is born from foundations.
Rebecca, YOU are the warrior of all warriors. And whatever it is standing in the way of what you want, you have proved time and time again you have the fortitude to persevere through anything. Sending love!
In the realm of whispers, where simple truths twist and turn
Resides the tale of crayons, damaged and yearned.
“They still bring color ” they say, with a glance
Those who have tried know its a flawed dance.
For crayons though vibrant and bold
Struggle, in hands that fail to hold.
The canvas awaits, vast and forgiving
Fragmented pieces make coloring less than living.
Coloring, not painting; the distinction is clear
One wields crayons while the other brushes near.
Yet the challenge endures with these parts
Smooth strokes of joy elude us like lost arts.
Lines appear jagged and hesitant, on our quest
With each tiny fragment causing hues to fade best.
The persists “They still bring color indeed ”
Oh how we long for crayons to succeed.
For isn’t true bliss found in slow glides?
In crayons that smoothly coincide?
Yet from brokenness we learn resilience imbued
Colors emerge despite abuse endured.Well you know when it comes to coloring with crayons it’s not as easy, as using the ones. It’s like a story of never giving up and facing our fears. Actually it could even be seen as a metaphor for more than just coloring.
In both life and coloring those who are broken may still manage to leave their impactful marks.. Lets not pretend that it’s just as simple or fair for everyone. We all have our own challenges and obstacles to overcome, both in our lives and, in our endeavors.
Rebecca your exploration of coloring with crayons is profound. It captures the struggle and strength that we encounter in both life and our creative goals. Your illustrative understanding expands beyond coloring, reminding me that everyone faces unique challenges and obstacles. It’s a powerful reminder to embrace our brokenness and find strength…read more
Why should I love myself? Let’s dive in with fun,
For I am unique, a rare edition, second to none.
Graduated with honors, a brain quite something,
But still manage to trip over my own two feet.
From University halls to the classrooms I’ve led,
I’ve learned quite a lot, not just what books have said.
Special Ed to core subjects, I’ve taught with flair,
Even when my lesson plans fly above me and my students through the air.
In arguments, I’m a star, my emotions are tight,
Yet, I can’t seem to win when my jeans feel too tight.
Sensory panic the autistic embrace.
My dedication’s fierce, in every task I immerse,
But ask me to cook, and you might need a nurse.
A mentor, a tutor, a friend indeed,
With a heart so vast, I am a rare breed.
I’ve campaigned, I’ve coordinated, even made the Dean’s list,
And yet, finding my keys remains a mythical mist.
I laugh at my errors and embrace each mistake,
For each one’s a lesson, another step I must take.
In life’s moving theatre, I play many roles,
From educator to activist, I’ve scored a ton of goals.
Why love myself? For every stumble and stride,
For the courage to be me, without having to hide.
For my passion, my laughter, the joy I bring,
In this symphony of life, I’m truly the queen.
So here’s to self-love, in all its glory,
For I am the author of a powerful story.
A tale of struggle, of growth, of fun,
Yes, loving myself is a job in itself
As I am a pain in the ass to even myself.
I love how much you honored yourself and your mind. The infusion of humor made this light while also telling a wonderful story about how unique you are! It’s very inspiring to hear all the hype you have for yourself 🙂
The ending of this piece was so great. It made me smile at 2 in the morning. That is no easy task. You are just amazing! Thanks for sharing another gem! <3 Lauren
Shaking in my toes
Here comes my biggest low.
Every-time good hits
Something comes to blow.
Think of the positive, keep a smile on your face they say.
I say I try to do it just that way.
Yet my path diverges, my tune has its own sway,
For at day’s end, my way may never echo your say.
Life’s rhythm and rhyme, a dance of contrast’s blend,
Highs and lows entwine, an unpredictable trend,
Still, I strive to shine, resilience my silly friend,
Embracing each design, my journey to transcend.
Rebecca, your poetic reflection on life’s ups and downs is truly captivating. Your words remind us that we all face our own unique challenges and experiences. Your determination to shine through resilience is admirable. Embrace the twists and turns of your journey, for it is in those moments that you truly transcend. Keep shining brightly, my friend.