Tag: poetry
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A powerful prison that can be dangerous
There are children todaywho have never heard the word “enough.” Never heard“that is wrong.”Never heard“apologize.”Never heard“sit down and listen.” Only applause.Only excuses.Only parents standing in front of consequenceslike bodyguards protecting bad behavior. And now the world is confusedwhy respect is disappearinglike airtime at midnight. We are raising peoplewho think correction is hatred.People who hear adviceand…
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Powerful and Emotional part of every marathon
Life feels like a marathon sometimes. At the starting line,everybody is there. Friends.Family.Dreams.Noise.Excitement. People clap for you before the race even begins.Everybody believes they will make it.Energy is high.Shoes are clean.Faith feels easy at the beginning. Even people who never trainedstill stand there talking about victory. Because starting is attractive. Starting a business.Starting healing.Starting gym.Starting…
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Building my confidence powerfully strong
I want to build a lifeso stablethat if everybody leaves tomorrow,I will still know how to breathe without borrowing air from other people. Not because I hate people.Not because I want to be cold.Not because I think I am stronger alone. But because life has a wayof teaching youthat human beings can become temporary without…
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The powerful, perfect version I love
There’s a version of meI keep seeing in my mind like a blurry photo.Not perfect.Not rich overnight.Not famous for doing nothing.Just… complete. A person who wakes up without doubting themselves every morning.A person who finishes what they start.A person who doesn’t need to fake confidencebecause peace finally lives in their chest like rent was paid…
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motherhood by extension my helper
Dear Nanny, The world may call you “the helper,”“the house girl,”“the caregiver.” But to me,you became something bigger. You became home. You were the onewho tied my shoelaces in the morning,wiped my tears after small disasters,checked if I had eaten,covered me with a blanket when I slept on the couch. And somewhere between ordinary moments,you…
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Dear Mom, I am honestly really sorry
Dear Mom, I used to think strengthlooked like loud voices,big titles,people with power. But then I watched you. I watched you wake up tiredand still continue.I watched you carry pain in silenceso the house could still feel warm.I watched you turn “we don’t have enough”into “we will be okay.” And somehow…we always were. Dear Mom,you…
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The powerful parable of talents.
There was a timewe thought success was noise,followers, numbers, applause,a life that looks good on a screen. But life has a wayof logging you outand asking you questionsno one else can answer for you. Like,what did you do with what you had? See, this story isn’t old.It’s happening right now. Three people,same opportunity knocking,but not…
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The most powerful miracle in life.
One day,everything will fall into placenot all at once,not like a perfect story,but slowly,like pieces learning where they belong. The love you’ve been waiting forwon’t feel like confusion.It will feel like peace. No second-guessing,no wondering if you’re too muchor not enough—just a quiet knowingthat you are wanted,fully, clearly, without hesitation. One day,you won’t have to…
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Giving up is not a powerful option
There are daysnothing makes sense.You wake up… but you’re not really awake.You move… but you feel stuck. And life?Life feels quiet in the worst way. Like prayers are hitting the ceilingand falling right back down on you. But listen,some of the biggest turns in lifedon’t send a warning text. They don’t knock loudly.They don’t ask,…