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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Poetry group 3 days, 1 hours agoThis chapter # 5
Timothy T. WillettToday is the first day of the rest of my life,
Therefore, every next one I’m in-is a new chapter.
Every morning, I wake up, God’s mercies to me are new-
So, with on my heart, His daily touch- I am able to prove…
That I love Him, that I am thankful-that He is the only One able
To mold and strengthen my life, because it’s so easily breakable.Just one more day to prove-how much for others I will lose.
And know that my tears for others are real,
Because always for the next person, I’m to lift up-
I’ll lose if they can gain, the Master of the universe to me explains…
That He was there always, and is there forever-
He has placed His Word inside of me. as the greatest Treasure!A time to be married to my beautiful wife,
A time to live with my kids,
Time and again to prove my life is (for others) to give!
A time to know, a time of notion
A time to grow in the fact connection,
That helping others build, is in-tact protection.A chapter to heal with the faithful “Unsealed”
Understanding (unworthily) I have been blessed for real!
whether I look back, or pierce through ahead
Life is still permanently on track, my life is hid-my life is dead!
But that’s a good thing…Because it’s the old life that’s dead!It makes me smile as I cry…
Knowing all the while-my soul will never die!
Rather in eternity-with Christ is life forever,
And best of all, while down here on this earth…
Is to show my schizophrenia has no worth-
Over the grace of God-that I cling to endeavor!As chance and chapter to prove purity-is more dominant than deceit
With the bowels of the new heart and spirit-God has freely given me!!!…Amen
4-24-24
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girl_aubrey submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to yourself about what you love about this chapter of your life 1 weeks agoBitter Sweet
AubreyAt the surprising age of 31,
I sit in my sunroom, leaned back against my new chair at my old desk
(The desk I found, when I was just 11)
It is 9am and I have class
As I settle in to the second course of my new future I look up to the late morning sun spilling through the east window
I see my dear friend, my roommate Brinlee, sitting beside my plants
Her own laptop and notebooks sprawled out around her
We are taking on this new future together
Call us co-creators
We are just a minute late back from break, the decaf coffee she started in the french press still brewing
As she turns and begins to slowly ground
(the coffee that is) (our grounding is more or less sporadic)
I breath in the deep, rich scent
Here in this sun soaked room in early spring the smell hits me bitter-sweet
No, I’m sorry I don’t mean melancholy
I simply mean the coffee, bitter-sweet
All of a sudden I am five years old, alongside my sister Lindsay
We are small and quiet and standing in the kitchen of our favorite next door neighbor, Marnie
She is tall with long blonde hair and earth-tan skin
She holds the air of a woman I have never seen before
She is nice, she offers us Peach-Os, pouring herself another cup of coffee
Even now I remember that smell in that kitchen
Like April sun touching earth in a deep amber stove
I look up, up, up past her blonde halo to see the many wine bottles along the shelf
The coffee, the wine, the tank top she is wearing, the boyfriend still asleep in her bed
I have been told I should be afraid of these things.
But there is something not yet tangible stirring inside of me
Like the way it feels to close your eyes and listen, right up next to a honey bee
Or the way the light cuts along water ripples, making real life sparkles
dancing
mesmerizing
In this brief moment of memory, the light along the waves and the hum of the bee near my cheek returns
This time with a sort of knowing
I take in the scene again in front of me and realize in a start of gratitude where I sit now
What I hold now
The air of woman who, at the surprising age of 31
Is living with her best friend
And tending to her plants
A woman who is putting on a tank top and walking back to her desk
in a room full of light and art and books and letters and
the smell of coffee
You could say it is a simple thing but,
I still, find it quite surprisingVoting starts July 1, 2024 12:00am
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jismar submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to yourself about what you love about this chapter of your life 1 weeks, 1 days agoMy Own Volition
Jiselle MarquezEveryone’s so keen on giving their opinion
When did it come to be I wasn’t living out of my own volition
To ground when needed
To explore when convenient
I measure up to no one & not where I’m supposed to be
I’m living life at a pace comfortable for meBut sometimes we need a push or more so persuasion
Perhaps it’s my stubbornness
But if I wanted to be farther ahead
My soul would’ve acknowledged submission
Needing to hit the mark right from the start
Perhaps it’s my perfectionism
Regardless of the decision to stay or any attempts for challenges I face
I try as I might & try is enough
For when I succeed I know it’s because the weakest parts did not give upAll else left to a biased perception
But there’s no one better when it comes to my self reflection
Matter of fact add criticism & progression
The only thing I’m in competition with is my inner demonsNot a requirement for one to stay
But my story, my voice will be heard
Not being rushed for the time I take
Nothing left to interpretation
Nothing left to be dismayedIn another timeline it’s already set in stone
Now in this current dimension my person has to find which way to goIt’s through these setbacks & challenges
I’m reminded why I’ve been given this life
To live, to breath, to try as I might
No matter when or how long it takes
It’s only allowed for me to decideVoting starts July 1, 2024 12:00am
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dommamomma submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to yourself about what you love about this chapter of your life 1 weeks, 1 days agohuman, becoming
Dominique NesbittDear future Me,
I’m so fucking excited to see you
and be you—but I gotta say,
being where I am—right here,
and right now—is more than OK.I love that I’m learning to pray
through pleasure and play.I love that I’m learning that in all ways, everything is working out for me always.
I am trusting in the process
and working with faith,
finally proud of my progress
enough to say:that doing the best I can,
and trusting in a greater plan
is really enough for me.I truly understand
there is nothing greater than
giving myself love—it makes me free.What I love most about
this moment right now
is that I’m recognizing how
it all works out—
what it’s all about:It’s so easy to truly See
when I stop to breathe and Be.
Despite conditions, I can stay free—
by being me, unconditionally.Voting starts July 1, 2024 12:00am
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dommamomma submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem or letter to the world about an experience that changed you or your life for the better 2 weeks agoThe Three Best Days of My Life
Dominique NesbittA NOTE:
Personally, I prefer to believe
that every experience
carries the possibility
of creating or catalyzing
change in our lives, positively.Even lessons
can be blessings,
if we let them—you see?But I digress—
because the prompt for this poem
didn’t ask me about my life philosophy—it asked: what are some experiences
that have impacted your life positively?It was difficult, but I narrowed it down to three…
ONE:
The day my daughter was born,
I began to know love truly.
That’s not to say that I was ever
unloved—but at eighteen, the love of
my parents sometimes seemed as if
it came with conditions.But real love never comes
with conditions—and I was
beginning to understand
what unconditional love
truly meant.When her Hazel eyes met mine, for
the first time, I knew, I felt it:
I am alive, and I am loved,
and I am loving,
and I am love.She made me realize
that no matter what happens in life—
love is always enough.TWO:
The day my son was born,
I began learning how to love myself.
I’d come face to face with my
then-perceived failures and flaws—
and began to forgive me—
the day my son was born.His bright son-light brought
to me an awareness of
my own beauty—both inside
and out. He brought new meaning
to my life—reminded me of
the joy found in the journey
—and love.Through his eyes, I had a Chance
to see myself as I truly am:
sacred, divine, and beyond
deserving of the love I give
to everyone else.He helped me change
how I see myself.THREE:
The day I married my husband,
it felt like the first day of the rest of my life.
After all the angst and hurt
and heartbreak of adolescence
and my early adulthood—I told myself,
I’d never want to be a wife. I thought
it’d be preferable to protect my heart
with walls of steel—but he saw me
though my pretend-hardness,
showed me a love that is true and real.Love—as romanticized in film—
should feel always like sunshine
and rainbows, no? But that’s not
the way it always goes…Real love gives you
a reason to remember
who you truly are—even when
you feel so far from yourself.True love is like holding up
a mirror. We must
make peace with the hurt person
inside of ourselves—we heal,
so we don’t hurt each other.We adventure on journeys
through the self,
alongside one another.And when we align
our hopes and desires
with the power of our love—
truly majestic experiences transpire.EPILOGUE:
I suppose I could sum all this up
by saying that the best thing
that’s ever happened for me is love—
but I don’t believe that simple description
is truly distinctive enough.My daughter taught me to love others
and to let love in; my son taught me
to love myself and find my joy again;
my husband taught me to trust, and to see
that every ideal interaction starts with inner peace.Voting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am
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freeindeed-biblegmail-com submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem or letter to the world about an experience that changed you or your life for the better 2 weeks agoSalvation...
Timothy T.October 17th 2006…
Gave up on the old life-it just could not exist.I was using, drinking, abusing-Trying self to die
But though I was overblown-was some thinking in mind.
At the end of the night-substance and alcohol gone
Came this thinking of life stinking-maybe I was wrong.Wait a minute here-I should be crumped,
These gasoline fumes just may be dumb.
Tomorrow, my only daughter…turns five-
And I’m not wanting to be alive?How could one steal a life to others real?
When this world came to life-was it a flip deal?
Had not my best friend-escaped again,
To the hospital room from my hole-sunk tomb?
Emergency fair-I’ll wait…Have not my best friend there.Then like God spoke:
Put the gas can down-may new life, have wrote…
So, I went next days’ recovery-
Burned out and bent; but God had reality!
…And this could all be good?
Wherefore means the little engine that could?Therefore I obeyed that very next day,
And glory halleluiah-God had better/No, the best Way!!!
And no-have not had there-street life goodbye
Along with witchcraft involved in drugs…
I was simply chasing the wrong place/wrong love.
God, I thought You hated me-so I hated You too,
I for all along had been deceived-I’ll not type what needs You.
But thank You later for taking me, to the alter of grace…
God, once again-You were on time, because You’re never late!!!8:41PM
4/15/2024
MondayVoting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am
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mzeygqueenera submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem or letter to the world about an experience that changed you or your life for the better 2 weeks, 1 days agoThe Creator Saving His Creation
MZ.EYGAt first, I thought that writting this letter would be hard for me because, there have been a few things that happened in my life that changed me for the better or that has tought me a lesson/lessons. But actually, it’s going to easier than I thought. Life is always teaching us lessons, but just as it was in school, it depends on if we are paying attention or not in order to learn those lessons.
One experience that helped me change my life for the better, was when I found The Most High ( or some like to call him, God). Dont get me wrong, I always was a very spirtual person because I did grow up going to church and all, but it wasnt until I had gotten older to understand that my relationship with him had to be alot more personal and alot more surrendering.I have always known I was different, I just didn’t really understand how or why. And at first, yes I thought something was wrong with me because I never fit in with my peers. Eventhough I tried. It wasn’t until going through so many trials and tribulations all around the same time that caused me to seek a more deeper understanding about myself, about life and about my purpose of why I’m actually here.
I don’t want to get too much into details, but I will say that I had a few losses of loved ones, jobs, friends and even became homless at a point of time. Like completely homless to where I had to pedhandle, ask total stangers to help me be able to feed myself for the day, which was not always easy. I had slept ouside, on trains, even slept in a car. I am grateful for those who did help, but there were alot of people who didnt want to. Which caused me to have to spend awhile doing it until someone was kind enough to help me. Not to mention, I had to put so much pride to the side in order to be able to ask totally strangers for money in the first place.
One day, I had a meltdown. In frustration of everything that seemed to be hitting me all at once, I cried out literally in prayer. I was angry, sad, and very emotional. Didn’t know what else to do, who to turn to, or how to feel anymore. And eventhough I hadn’t been to church in years, something in me made me cry out in prayer that day. I was overwelmed. I knew there was someone greater than I that had the answers to all my questions, and I was tired of trying to figure it out on my own. And, The Most High most really did answer me soon after.
Something(our creator) urged me to start reading the bible after that prayer. So I did. I started to read more from that point on, started praying even more and not just even asking for things but being grateful for things that I did have and for still being here. I started to seek deeper into self-care and loving myself, healing from my past. I noticed that a change within me started to happen so much that I started to see changes happen around me and for me. I found a better job, making more money, married my soulmate, and I started to understand more about myself so that I could contiue to make changes and grow.
Some call it a spiritual awakening, I call it becoming more self aware. Healing from pass trauma and learning how and when to use my gifts. Remember when I said that I knew that I was different, and that I just couln’t explain or understand how? Well, I found out that everything that I had been through was meant to happen so that I could be a testimony to help others that may have experience the same things that I have. And that I should find ways to use my talents to share my story with others, to help them find and keep hope alive. I have become a better version of myself. I love helping others, wheither its with my story, or being someone that is easy to talk to, or even helping out the homless as best as I can. Because I was once homless, I now understand just how important it is to give back to the community. Expecially to those in need. I know firsthand that not many people want to help the homeless, so I want to make sure that I am apart of the small percentage that love helping. We should always give, it should be in everyone’s heart to help each other without looking for something to something gain. Unfortunatly, its not in everyone’s heart to help.
Our creator saved me that day. He was just waiting on me to acknowledge him, ask him for his help because he is the only one who truely can. I am on a better path in life now, eventhough it still can get frustrating with everything that’s going on, I now understand that I am not alone. I never was alone, and as long as I keep my realationship with him, he will always be there to guide me to the path that he designed for me.
Voting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am
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PoetryPicasso shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 2 weeks, 3 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:
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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
To my younger self group 2 weeks, 6 days agoDear Timothy...
Hey, you, old man.
This is a letter to yourself and from yourself.
You know all those things you’ve done wrong,
Regardless of who’s fault, or who’s right or wrong.
But this is not of that my friend…
Yeah, it’s amazing.You can call yourself friend now, but you are! ♥
I know those things I put myself and others through.
I remember the dreams and aspirations.All the good things I had for you.
Looking back is confusing and God it just makes me cry.
But I’m gonna try to leave You out too.Because this is a letter to myself. To maybe find out why.
But God I can’t, I can’t look back Because it hurts too much…
I can’t go to the beach, I can’t go to school, I can’t go to church, Sitting bereaved, I feel a fool.
But Lord, I can’t do it, I cannot watch.
Cannot go to Toledo. Cannot go to Cleveland cannot go back to jail, God what am I believing?
Cannot run to West Virginia, cannot hospital trend…
All along.I hated myself, yet all the while was a good friend. ☺
I can’t even write.I’m sorry I can’t do this.
All along my life, it was my own mark I missed.
But that’s a good thing because i’m not in hell…
Only I could see my place where ever if I made, could never get bail.
I’m sorry, no can do.
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Aww Timothy everything you have been through has led you where you are today, and it’s exactly where you are supposed to be. You have a beautiful heart. Never forget that! Your past does not define your whole being. <3 Lauren
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Thank you so much Lauren, nobody has ever told me that before ♥
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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Poetry group 3 weeks, 6 days agoWhy I love myself...
Timothy T. WillettBecause God loved me 1st-And I’m not of any less worth
My God is no respecter of persons-And He loves healing my hurting.
I love me because I’m trying-As I’m crying to care…
My Great God has made me beautiful-the person in the mirror!
I may have some good qualities instilled in me,
But the best-is alone time with God-on some humble knees.
I chose to love myself-though seems to me none else can,
So, I put God 1st, then the others, finally at last I stand!
I witness to people-telling them how much God loves them,
For all practical purposes-I’m reminded of love, over and over again!
God must see me special-He died for my soul to live,
Sitting patient through many lectures my earthly father had to give.
I love me because I’m not a robot, that cannot return the love,
It’s a free gift the Master Gave-Super, Sufficient enough!
I’m looking deep, staring into-the bottom of my heart,
And see the reason, steep to love-every brand-new day’s start!
I love me because I can love everyone else,
Even if they did me wrong-there’s no reason to not love myself!
Yes, writing this down brings tears to mine eyes,
So, learning to smile by overcoming frowns-is such a lovely surprise!
God sure does instruct me well-in His Word divine…
I love me by loving my wife-in sincere lowliness of mind.
I love me from emotions and feelings-that have become real,
I love me cause I’m sober, and love the souls-from all you at “The Unsealed”!
I love me because I see my mistakes, and when I make them-my heart breaks,
And because I’m not leading people astray-but point to Jesus who is The Way!
As Yes, I chose always wisely to learn, from all my dumb mistakes.
I love me for my friend-on this paper is how I pray…
This ink from my pen, will never run out-it just bleeds in a good way!
I love me because I love God, and have figured out-He hates me not,
I love me because I’m bought with His blood-that cleanses my sin a lot!
I’m loving myself because I’ve felt, and know the truth from lies-
Especially because this inside love-is finally leaving my past behind!!!
I love me because God has great plans for me…
And so, I let Jesus drive-and sit in the passenger’s seat!
Also, I love what it means to “be human”,
Living and growing, and returning loves sway…
And I am (through this poem)
Making “loving myself” a new practice every day!Good for burdens to be done!
Thank You-The Unsealed,
Much Love-Timothy
4-4-24-
This was a powerful yet inspirational piece on why you love yourself thank you for sharing!
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Timothy, your words exude a deep understanding of self-love and the profound love of God. Embrace your worth and continue to grow in love for yourself and others. May your journey be filled with blessings and the joy of knowing you are cherished by the divine. Let go of burdens and embrace the practice of loving yourself each day.
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Thank you so much for your encouraging note. What a blessing to know people actually care.
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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Poetry group 4 weeks agoWhat my poems mean to me...
Timothy T. WillettThey mean my daily chore-home work.
They mean my daily release-from drugs.
God, I want them so bad-But can’t…
These things mean-my sanity.Ears ring loud-Alone.
None but Jesus-knows.
God, I tempt You not-but why?
Dids’t Thou not take me-long ago?Still flying sober-how?
Dost Thou hold my tears-when?
Will they stop, could they ever-Be
Worth anything-to Thee?I will write a poem-And fly.
I’ll crash down-Goodbye.
Can say words-no meaning heart?
Words kill-I’ve seen,
Through the light of another’s dream.Was a nightmare-for both.
How can life and death-Be so close?
Walking in the Spirit…Live.
Walking after the flesh…Death.Let God direct your steps.
Acknowledge Him every chance you get!
He will give beyond belief
Be humble and watch Him uplift.
God, I don’t know what will kill me first…
Mine own poor choices,
Or the source of a heart-attacks worth.How much more?
My heart is just a doormat
Please come in and stomp your feet
Please lie to me, it sounds so sweet
Don’t tell the truth-weep bitter deceitHow fun this is-wouldn’t you agree?
This old heart can take it-for One takes all
One same literally made all!
Nor did He think it bad…But said-It is good!
It seems Jesus is in my box
I’m alone in the room with it and Him.
Broken hearted-sore troubled am I
He is the mended miracle…I don’t let Him out to try.
Is this holding the truth in unrighteousness?
That’s not what I want despite all this.My heart is just a doormat
Please come in and stomp away…Poems could make a heart unbroken.
Tuesday
Sept. 12th
2023-
Timothy,Your heartfelt poem beautifully expresses the struggle and yearning within you. It’s a powerful reflection of the complex emotions and questions that arise in life. Poetry has the ability to heal and bring solace. Keep writing and expressing yourself, for through your words, you may find the strength to mend your heart and find peace.
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I appreciate your sincere encouragement so much.Thank you.
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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Poetry group 4 weeks agoDear Addict,
Timothy T. WillettWalking through a weary land
Behold you find the rock
May you come thirsty, but not alone
And fall broken upon this stoneOut pours the Water-giving life to your soul
Free-this Living Water, gives your heart a home!
Tis’ so good to you that you want not to return
Back to weary land-please stay close and learn.That He was always there for you-in your lonely times
He caught your every painful fall-and kept you alive!
Please give God the glory-the Great Savior and King
He is the great Healer-and the answer to your dreams!Please let Him change you, for you to die not
So faithful He always is-loving you a lot!
He will not point out-sins daring glare
But He covers with His blood-eternal life He shares!He will always pardon-by His Grand Master design
Dear precious child-He is with you all the time!
He hurts so much at heart-by your troubled pain
He knows all your going through-As for you He came.Yes-He died a horrible death-just so you’d be free
And He lives beyond a guess-please this fact believe
Please with open heart-accept His perfect love…
He will lift you so much higher-than can any given drug!-Brought to you by the Love of Christ-
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Timothy,Your poem is a beautiful testament to the love and grace of God. It reminds us that in our times of loneliness and pain, He is always there, ready to catch us and heal us. His love is greater than any drug or temporary solution. Embrace His perfect love and allow Him to transform your life. He longs to bring you freedom and lift you higher…read more
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Thank you so much for everything. Your words are such a blessing and I need to hear them because I don’t get that much. I appreciate you a lot. ☺
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Jacqueline Sonia shared a letter in the
Health, Wellness and Chronic Conditions group 1 months agoSexual assault
Jacqueline SoniaThe Summer of 2021 was the start of my life turning upside down because of what you did. At least what I think you did. I have no memory of what happened other than that night I woke up feeling sick to my stomach, in pain everywhere. My legs, my back, my stomach, and most importantly, my private area was in extreme pain.
I don’t remember anything, but I know you did something to me. Waking up, not remembering anything, and just knowing something was wrong was enough to send me on a whirlwind. My wrists were red I was in pain, my nose piercing was gone, my pants were half down and wet with an unknown substance, I had bruises on my arms like someone forced themselves on me and held me down so I wouldn’t get up. I was scared, shocked, and I didn’t know what to do or think. I looked around in utter dismay, looking at my phone in my pillowcase. I know I wouldn’t have put it there because it’s always right beside me. I didn’t think this would happen to me.
After getting my thoughts together and trying to remember what happened, I looked at my phone, and saw a photo of me sleeping, as I thought maybe I could have taken the photo myself like a selfie but I couldn’t have taken it because it was shot from a different angle whereas someone else could have taken and left it on my phone. I remember that morning I asked you about the photo and you completely had a changed face, a face of guilt, you yelled at me telling me I’m crazy to be so accusatory, but in reality, I only asked a question. You shunned me the whole day acting like I didn’t exist, that the situation was nothing, it didn’t matter to you that you took something innocent out of me and scarred me. You did something horrible to me you know that. But you never took responsibility for it. I still remember your reaction, I still feel the bruises and the pain you caused. I even tear up sometimes just thinking about it. I may not remember what happened exactly to me that night but I do know what happened to me wasn’t my fault and I didn’t deserve it.
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I am so sorry you went through this. I am not sure if you saw but I started The Unsealed after sharing a somewhat similar story. You are so right you didn’t deserve what happened to you and it’s not your fault. Sending you the biggest hug and some healing vibes. <3 Lauren
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Thank you gorgeous I appreciate it and yes I am healing I have a great support system and loved ones who be by side always ❤️
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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Surviving Addiction group 1 months, 1 weeks agoFrom my heart to yours...
Timothy T. WillettI normally pre-mate poems with pen and paper But, this cannot wait any longer or later. Your words truly have pierced mine, and I remember surly the same state of mind. So, I will simply type on this phone my friend, even though it might not have another end. Sitting alone here on a 5 corner square, I look and see nothing in the middle of nowhere I will re-read your note that was truly wrote- From eyes of faucet water-in these tears I float. Though there’s no end at all to this telephone line, Emotions they do crawl from your heart to mine. Surly an addiction at the bottom of Erie’s Lake- I had no problem fixing every high I had to make. I would want to write to you from the bottom where it comes, But I don’t know if that is true, when mind games are so dumb. Nor has any heart bore but only similar strings, Unless one is ripped apart-it’s just not right it seems. I just cannot believe there’s people out there like me, Nor do I ever think I’m any better you see For God has made different all human existence, Yet we’re all still sinners so full of resistance And the very best thing that came from covid disease… Is the simple quote that had the note, “Please”. Now we clearly see, “We are all in this together”… In the same boat-(as light as a feather)… Is the message of Salvation for the world to live forever! The basis of a Christian is not a perfect life, It’s more of who’s been missing-but been found by Jesus Christ! It is that of progress and not of perfection… It’s a brand new spirit that with God has made connection! Jesus promised all that whosoever will… On Himself may call-that He’ll save forever still! All the talents and gifts He gave to express Of how it’s always Him to pull us out of our mess. And to lead the way over glassy seas to shore My dear friend I pray-may this heart get to yours.
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Greetings, a beautiful expression of a deep connection and appreciation for shared emotions, despite physical distance. Very heartfelt, touching on themes of vulnerability and hope. The personal reflections and spiritual elements add depth, offering comfort and reassurance to whoever reads. Thank you for sharing!
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That is very encouraging.Thank you so much! ♥
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freeindeed-biblegmail-com submitted a contest entry to
Write about a time you didn’t give up 1 months, 2 weeks agoTEENS...
Timothy WillettMy name is Timothy.
I’m a schizophrenic but take my meds.
I was diagnosed in 2004 and with my guide The Lord-the med’s help!
I’m also an ex drug addict, alcoholic and convict…
But even if I would think of this again-I’d get sick!
And because of the youth that has committed suicide,
I’m now an x smoker, No more nicotine Can I hide!
You may check up on me in the future,and if you will, I’m greatly obliged.
All you dear teens mean so much to me,
Please never think you’re not worth it, Because you are!
I understand where you’re coming from.I’ve been there and not dumb.
Find no reason naughty or nice to ever think of ending your life.
You’re beautiful.I promise daily prayed for by many,
I’m now also a Christian and I pray for you plenty!
I love you. Jesus loves you more. I pray for you, Jesus prays for you more.
Anything at all I may ever do I promise I will do it for you.
Always remember Jesus does everything better!
It takes great character to do what you do in the world today,
And you have it in you.I promise, just seek life along your way!
Something I love and gave not up on, by daily walking with my great God…
In the ending year of 2006 a man gave me a Bible,
I’ve read and studied it since that day, and loved it all the while!
This I still daily Continue to do, it changed my life and it can change yours too!
I loved it so much, I decided to go to it’s teaching school…
From the school of hard knocks to the school of God’s grace so cool!
Northeast Ohio Bible Institute, had for me taught and explained the Good News!
2008 or 2009, I started when God told me, Tim now it’s time…
About 4 years hot right on trail.I thought this lot I will surely fail.
I wanted to give up.I wanted to quit, for I was back slidden in the life that I lived.
But for sure The teacher of the class said don’t quit but get back on track!
So I buckled down and ate my spinach.And wouldn’t you know it?I surely finished!
I won and it was fun graduated with a C.And that’s not bad for somebody like me!
But oh, how sad it would have been if I’d have tucked tail and ran from the degree.
Even though I was so messed up, with at that time current thoughts of suicide…
God wouldn’t let me go, for He promised, I will never leave you.I have your best in mind!
Surely I knew that He got this, and so glad I was of six years completion!
I still so much love God’s life in me leading, He is the leader.I follow him still,
And wouldn’t you know it?I’m back in another Bible school, what a thrill!
Not just 1, but even 2! Patriot Bible University, and Reformers Unanimous too!
Life is so grand and I am so glad I had not killed myself,
For God has made everything new.So I live for Him, and especially you!
He daily blesses and it’s never the end…
So please don’t give up, for you are the Blessing-my Friend!!!3-13-24
Voting starts May 16, 2024 12:00am
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Tim, I am so proud of how far you have come and who you are today. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren
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Thank you soo much Lauren I needed to hear that. Thank you for your appreciation and an invite to the family. P.S. I typed out my poem about what do I like about this chapter in my life, it’s in the poem section or on my profile. I wrote it on time but didn’t have enough time to put it in the contest. I’ll try my best to keep up, God has me very…read more
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Candi Carroll shared a letter in the
Parenting group 1 months, 2 weeks agoLosing a Child
Candi CarrollI had thought that I had been through fire, but last year showed me different. On February 2nd of 2023, I received a phone call as I was on my way to the doctor to prepare for back surgery. My son’s boss called to inform me that he had been in an accident and was unresponsive. I canceled my appointment and rushes a little over an hour to where they took him. Little did I know that I was driving up on the accident as it was being cleaned up. I drove by his truck being towed off with nothing left of his truck. The semi that hit him had damage but not as much, and they survived. Falling apart driving to the hospital, and when I arrived the doctor sat us down in the family room to tell us how bad it was. He had six head fractures to his face and skull. He had broken rib that punctured his lung, broken arm that the bone came through the skin and unresponsive until the day he died. I spent 10 days by his side praying and crying, spending it mostly alone because my family had to work and watch my other kids. I refused to leave him. On the 9th, we were informed that he was brain dead and they couldn’t do anything else. They were sorry but we had to talk about letting him go. On the 10th, I came home long enough before anyone else told my kids, that I had to let their brother go the next day. I had to chase them down the highway and my oldest daughter had just found out she was pregnant. When I got back to the house, I fell to the ground and balled my eyes out. My kids had to pick me up and take me inside. When I calmed down and they calmed down, I returned to the hospital to spend one more night before taking him off the machine. On the 11th, at 10:15am they unplugged him, there was no heartbeat, no breath taken, nothing but silence and crying. No pain will ever beat the pain that I felt in those ten days. I struggle everyday fighting depression missing him. It is so hard to bare. Everyday, I have questions that no one can answer about the accident. I just pray that one day maybe the guy who received his heart, will one day let me hear it. I pray for anyone who has to deal with this pain. He was able to help 6 people with his organs that weren’t damaged. I am so proud of him and he is my hero. I miss him so much.
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Candi, I am deeply sorry for the loss of your son and the pain you have endured. Your strength and love for him are evident in your words. I hope that you find peace in knowing that he was able to help others through organ donation. May his memory bring you comfort and may you find the support you need to navigate through your grief.
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Thank you so much. I’m doing my best. I wrote my first book for my kids and my second one is struggling with his loss. I hope to be done with it this year.
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candi39 submitted a contest entry to
Write about a time you didn’t give up 1 months, 2 weeks agoMissing My Angel
Candi CarrollAs your mom, I birthed you
And held you in my arms,
I cuddled you as I tried
Shielding you from harm.
Though many years I have missed
Wishing I could go back,
Even though I did not see you
My love for you did not lack.
A few years ago, when I met you
Was the best day of my life,
That filled a missing piece as
My life started to feel right.
The day of your accident
We never left your side
Through the tears and prayers
We were hoping you were all right.
The day we had to say goodbye
Definitely shattered us all,
When I got home to the kids
All I could do was fall.
It’s not the same without you
For this is extremely hard for me,
I did not get enough time
Before you had to leave.Voting starts May 16, 2024 12:00am
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ashraymondjames submitted a contest entry to
What is your ”perfect day?” 1 months, 3 weeks agoAn Ode To The Little Things
Ash Raymond JamesI stayed in bed
until I reached
the outskirts of morning.The birds gave pep talks
instead of songs.I got changed
and found ten dollars
in my pocket.It’s summer but it rained
and I wonder why nobody
has made laundry powder
that smells exactly like this.I make the perfect eggs.
The toaster
that loves to burns the edges
leaves them edible.
I thank it for its kindness.I go outside and jump in a puddle.
There is still that childhood dream
that it will be a portal
to an alternative dimension.
One where Netflix didn’t cancel the OA.
One where we could trade
our sadness for money.
Gosh, would I be filthy rich.Me and the neighbour
do our awkward dance.
The small talk jive.
We bow and say
‘have a nice day!’
We really mean it.I walk to the coffee shop
and the sky is still
rubbing sleep from its eyes.The wind is playing solos
on telephone wires.I hold the door for a stranger
and we share a smile.I tell the barista a joke
and we both laugh
at how unfunny it is.I take the ten dollars
and order a flat white, one sugar.
I say keep the change.I find a bench, and I ruminate.
I realise
Happiness is right here –
why are we crying
like it is so far away?Voting is closed
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I’m obsessed with your writing style. This is such a wonderful reminder to appreciate the little things.
Also: i, too, wish that Netflix hadn’t cancelled the OA.-
Thank you so much. I cannot actually express how mad I am about the OA. I did it in such a calm and casual way in this piece but honestly, once a week I remember they cancelled it and I have to make myself a cup of tea and go listen to the birds. Such a cliffhanger. Netflix are savages.
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Greetings,
Your ode is stunning, shows the magic in living in the little moments and to cherish them. You never know when you’ll be mourning an old favorite. My condolences.-
I haven’t figured out the laugh emoji yet.
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mzeygqueenera submitted a contest entry to
What is your ”perfect day?” 1 months, 4 weeks agoThe Best Things In Life Are Free
MZ.EYGwhat’s my idea of a perfect day? Well, that’s easy. I’m kind of more of a simple girl these days, now that I’m older. Actually, come to think of it, I never had the chance to really sit and think of what a perfect day would mean/look like for me from start to finish. Wow. I guess there really is a first time for everything……so here we go.
My Perfect &Peaceful Day.As soon as I open my eyes. First thing I would do to get my day started, I will first start with prayer of the morning. Thanking our creator for another day, is always a must do to reinsure a great start to a great day. I follow prayer with meditation routine. That for me includes, deep breaths while sitting in silence, journaling, reading, anything to help prepare me for the day. This centers my mind so that it’s easier for me to be able to go out into the world and be able to deal with those around me.
After maybe an hour or two, make me a nice snack or breakfast. Which usually ends up being just a healthy quick snack because I don’t really like breakfast. Then, I do what I like to call “self-care repair” routine. It’s when I either take a nice bubble bath or a nice shower with my favorite candles, music, book. More time to relax and enjoy my own company before heading out for the day. After bathing/showering, I have a face-wash/skin routine as well. Then after that I put on my cloths and head out. If I’m not heading out then I would either read, write a bit beacuse I love writting (if you can’t already tell lol), listen to music and maybe watch movies for the remainder of the day.
But if it’s one of those days where I want to get some fresh air, I can always count on one of my favorite places….downtown at the lakefront or beach. Basically, anywhere with big body of water. I love water. A nice walk on a trail is always a great way to get fresh air and become one with nature too.
But it’s just something about being near water, in water or just even being around water that sooths me. Calms me, gives me clarity, gives me peace and I love it. I have been this way for as long as I can remember. Sometimes while sitting near the lake, I read, or just sit and think, sometimes I may even cry every once in awhile. But whenever I’m done, something about it always gets my creative juices flowing and song lyrics start coming to mind or idea to do a certain project may come to mind. So, nature and I work very well with one another. I stop to appreciate her (nature) , and she does what she does…..inspire.Afterwards, I would go home, get started on those ideas and plans rigth away and start working towards accomplishing them. I always end my day with more mediation and prayer, being thankful for what that day has given me in prepration for a better tomorrow. Then, take another bubble bath/hot shower, more self-care repair and relaxation to finish off the day before a night of great sleep.
I know, may seem pretty boring to some, and that’s okay. See, what I learned as I got older, the more I value peace of mind and a peace of quite. Expecially in today’s world where peace seems hard to come by. So, you sometimes have to create your own peace. Prayer, Meditation, Fresh-Air, Nature and A Postive Mind-set all brings forth peace and creativity. And all of these things are 100% free.
Voting is closed
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MZ. EYG Your idea of a perfect day is beautiful and inspiring. It’s important to prioritize self-care, gratitude, and finding peace in simple moments. Creating your own peace through prayer, meditation, and connecting with nature is a wonderful way to find clarity and inspiration. Keep embracing the things that bring you joy and peace of mind.…read more
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Thank you so much for your kinds words. Its important for everyone to know and understand that self-care and self-love is the key to being able to love others.
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Dominique Nesbitt shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 4 weeks agolove letter from my future self
Dominique NesbittI am writing to remind you that the way you love yourself—is also the way you allow others to love you as well. I am writing to remind you that loving yourself means more than simply loving the parts that you are most proud of.
It is peeling back the perceptions, misconceptions, and projections. It is loving past, present and future you; all the varied iterations beloved anew. It is gazing longingly within. It is lifting the veil—accepting and releasing all you’ve been: the monsters and angels both.
It is forgiveness for not always being the very best version of yourself, allowing even you to make mistakes. It is making peace with yourself so you can be at peace with other people. It is pure inner G/energy.
It is preemptively setting the stage each day—via your preferred method of attaining your most aware state—so that your focus is maintained on fun and play—simply because you deserve to feel good. Allowing each day to be dimpled with love and laughter as each could.
It is being capable of keeping commitments to yourself. Where self compassion and self actualization meet, love is an endless well. The more that you pour into yourself, the more you become a living self love spell. Such great love can only expand to reach everyone else.
I am writing to remember that the way I love myself is also the way I allow others to love me as well. I am writing to remember that loving myself means more than simply loving the parts that I am most proud of.
I am writing to remember.
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