Tag: poetess
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She’s the Strength You Never Knew You Needed
She is like paint,Every touch she makes, colors burst,Filling spaces that were once dull,Her presence vibrant, alive.She’s like a river,Flowing, soft, yet so strong,Touching lives, filling hearts,Carrying strength in her silence. She’s like clothes,Choosing when to reveal,When to hide away,Not in fear, but in grace,Like a secret only the patient can unfold. She’s a star,Bright…
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I Love you so much.
I love you…More than words could ever fully explain.At first, I didn’t believe I could love again,because life, over time, had taught me how to build walls,not bridges. You see, I had been broken not once,but too many times to still count.And honestly, I had lost hope,lost pieces of myself in people who didn’t stay,in…
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Your Most Painful Moments Could Be Your Greatest Victory.
Give your life life.Not just a pulse, but a story,A tale of where it started,Of the days you stood alone,When the world said, “You can’t,”But you whispered, “Watch me.” It’s easy to convince,When you’ve got proof in your hands,A journey marked by struggle,By every tear that watered your dreams.The nights you worked when no one…
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Is Your Circle Really as Strong as You Think?
You know…I don’t think we really get it.We chase vibes, we chase crowds,but we forget the power of real friendships. I’m not talking about the squad you party with on Friday nights.No.I’m talking about the ones who would answer your call at 2 a.m.,half asleep but already grabbing their car keys,just to drive you to…
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Before We Call It Love
– a spoken word about the talking stage We were not dating…Yet I’d still get butterflies when your name lit up my screen.We weren’t official…Yet I’d overthink the space between your message and mine.No, we hadn’t labeled it…Still, you felt like home a person I could tell everything to without holding back. In truth, we…
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I Let You Go, Because I Learned to Love Me Too
I didn’t just wake up feeling strong.That strength grew from late nights,Tear-stained pillows, and quiet prayers I barely managed to say.So many times, I couldn’t breathe from the weight of questions I never got answers to.I kept asking myself what I did wrong,Why love couldn’t fix it,Why I kept holding on to someone who wasn’t…
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No More Pouring from an Empty Cup
I used to give.And then I gave some more.Even when my hands trembled,Even when my soul ached. At first, I felt proud,Being the one who showed up,Who answered every late-night call,Who made space for others even when I had none left for myself. But over time, I noticed something.They only came around when they needed…
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“Strong, But Tired: The Unspoken Truth of Being the Firstborn”
I didn’t choose this crown.Life handed it to me the moment I cried first.It wasn’t golden,Rather, it was molded from responsibility… pressure… silence… and sacrifice.And yes, I wear it well but at what cost? You see, being the eldestFeels like signing a contract I never agreed to.No one explained the terms,Instead, things just began to…
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They Promised to Meet Again…But Death Came First
I know death.Not as a stranger…But as someone I’ve met too many times along the road.And perhaps you’ve met it too,not in a dramatic way,but in the quiet loss of familiar faces. Maybe you’ve stood in class photos,grinning wide,not knowing that the person beside youwouldn’t make it to the next one.At that moment, everything felt…