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  • Shandi Henley shared a letter in the Group logo of Surviving AddictionSurviving Addiction group 1 month ago

    It Started With A Dream

    It 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.
    Wonder if it ends with a Dream Come True!?

    Shandi Henley #SadGirlChronicles

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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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  • You’re Inviiited!!

    The devil showed up today.
    Begging for me to slip.
    Begging for an invite to myyy show.
    Then I thought well shiit
    Maybe we should make friends with not only him but our skeletons as well!
    You know….the ones inside our closet
    We could dance with them, learn their names, perhaps become friends!?
    Then we might build the courage
    to ask them to leave But at that point
    We can’t ignore the demons.
    Yea the ones deep inside.
    In Matter of fact
    Let’s invite them to coffee or even cocktails. We can discuss hard questions
    liike what keeps them here!?
    In the mean time we can play hide n seek with the ghosts or jahooties that like to play supernatural jokes on us!?
    We can’t let them miss out on the fun
    Let’s not forget the boogie man cuz you know he’s probably the most well known
    and he might be the one
    to call out everyone’s insecurities
    Fk it we gotta call up the monsters
    whether they’re hiding under our bed
    or in the depths of the shadows around you.
    We can maybe admit our fears or possibly conquer them by convincing ourselves we aren’t even scared in the first place.
    What does a monster look like to you ?!
    Is it a thing or an illusion is it human form
    or animal like or maybe it’s just a concept
    or a feeling?
    Sounds like We gonna have a whole damn party after all these invites.
    The devil himself, the skeletons, the demons, the ghosts n jahooties and the boogie man pluuuus the monsters.
    Or maybe….
    that’s not even a party worth hosting.
    I heard of a better party
    it’s thrown by joy and happiness
    and their friends cheer and bliss
    I bet that party has better company
    we better be cautious of what invites we send out and choose wisely to what party we gonna show up to and host!!

    Shandi Lynn #SadGirlChronicles

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    • Your fanfiction story is captivating. It’s a reminder to choose our company wisely and strive for joy and happiness. Well done, Shandi! Your creativity shines through. Keep writing and sharing your stories.

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  • Shandi Henley shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 1 month ago

    CRASH

    It’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 Lynn #SadGirlChronicles

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    • Shandi, your letter beautifully expresses the frustrations and challenges you’ve been facing. Keep pushing forward and don’t let the setbacks define you. You have the strength to overcome and reach your dreams. Stay determined and believe in yourself.

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  • Shandi Henley shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 month ago

    Unrequited L💔VE

    Why do I cling to love?
    A love that was never mine.
    Why would I dream of a future?
    A future that ain’t for me to picture.
    Why would I create a fantasy?
    A fantasy that was never born.
    It leaves my heart aching
    for something intangible.
    Why do I cling to love,
    a love that was never mine?
    Time and distance can have an effect on the mind yet be completely irrelevant to the heart. The heart knows what it knows
    and loves what it loves
    like it has a mind of its very own.
    It takes bravery to break old habits.
    It takes courage to sit with your own mistakes. Growth is uncomfortable.
    Why do I cling to love,
    a love that was never mine?
    Maybe it’s time to break the hold
    on a love that was never meant
    to unfold 💔

    Shandi Lynn #SadGirlChronicles

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    • The heart knows what it knows
      and loves what it loves
      like it has a mind of its very own

      That is so true! But its so not worth loving something that doesn’t love you back. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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  • 55

    I’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!

    Shandi Lynn #SadGirlChronicles

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    • 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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  • Shandi Henley shared a letter in the Group logo of Chasing Your DreamsChasing Your Dreams group 1 month ago

    Left

    I wrote this about my most recent battle of surviving and healing physically/mentally after my car accident. It took me LEFT
    “with nothing” to realize I already have everything I need and I can say I am Thankful my God continues to prove his love for me!!

    Left. Starving.
    Tryin to keep my head up…while being fed up. Hard to stay UP when all you feel is down. Pushed down. All the way down.
    To the Mf ground. Stuck on a marry go round. Left. Spinning. Where we stop nobody knows. Can’t afford to take no more blows. Left.
    Down where the stream flows.
    Saying goodbye to all my belongings.
    Saying goodbye to dreams
    Suddenly
    Saying good riddance to the negativity. Watching my stuff float out of sight.
    Still starving but can’t get fed a bite.
    Left. Freezing cold with no warmth in sight.
    This is where strength kicks in ready to fight. Move how you are forced to move. Wedged. Jammed. Left. Scared. Worried.
    Made to believe you have luck.
    How, when all I feel is stuck.
    Still searching for my belongings
    floating in the muck.
    Maybe I wasn’t looking for my stuff after all wtf… I was left looking for more outta life.
    Left. Just So I can get RIGHT.

    Shandi Lynn #SadGirlChronicles

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    • I am so sorry to hear about the car accident. When your body aches it can be so hard to put a smile on your face. Keep pushing through. This is a heartfelt beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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    • Shandi your raw and honest expression of the aftermath of your car accident is incredibly powerful. It speaks of strength, finding strength in hardship, and the realization that true wealth lies within. Thank you for sharing your journey of survival and healing.

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  • Tribulations

    Tribulations
    Hush, I say to the monster inside my head,
    I hate it when I find my way here
    to the darkest, deepest, dirtiest
    part of my own mind,
    depression my old friend.
    I get warped thoughts
    that are better left unsaid.
    It feels like I’m drowning 6 feet away.
    People are pointing, laughing, mocking,
    learn to swim I whisper to myself.
    I beg myself for forgiveness for being clumsy, clumsy with my words, clumsy with my heart, clumsy with my feelings, clumsy with life …
    it doesn’t last forever, and
    no cliché will make it any better
    I always find my way out of this voided space …it’s my own tribulations
    I close my eyes and I beg for rest
    I see myself standing, alone, no armor
    naked almost, vulnerable, I look lonely,
    I feel lonelier I remind myself,
    nobody is coming to save you.
    Nobody’s coming to push you
    you must dig deep,
    I become stronger than I ever envisioned.
    I wipe my tears away from my eyes.
    I brush my shoulders I stand tall
    and I move forward my battle doesn’t end here not today
    it’s just my own tribulations
    save yourself. Good bye rock bottom,
    until we meet again.

    Shandi Lynn

    Voting starts May 16, 2024 12:00am

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