Tag: STORY
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When Going Home Feels Hard by walking shadow poetry.
I used to dread the holidays,The thought of going back home.Not because I didn’t love them,But I felt like I’d face it alone. The questions always came too fast,“When will you settle down?”“Your younger cousin’s doing so well,But you’re still stuck in town.” I’d see the way they’d look at me,Like I hadn’t done enough.While…
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The Real Problem by walking shadow poetry.
The problem isn’t you leaving without a word,It’s the expectation that I’d chase after you,Begging you to stay,Clinging to something that wasn’t even real. You thought I’d fall apart,That I’d crumble at your absence,That I’d run after you,Desperate to fix what was never meant to be. But the truth is,I’ve learned that some goodbyes are…
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Cost of Peace by walking shadow poetry.
Stop wasting your time,Trying so hard to bring me down.You might think your words and actionsCan take me apart,But all you’re doing is costing yourself peace. I’ve learned that there’s power in staying calm,Even when the world around me shakes.You see, while you’re busy building walls,I’m focused on building strength.And all your efforts to see…
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The Poison We Drank by walking shadow poetry.
We let greed take over,Let it quietly whisper,“More, more, more,”Until it became a voice louder than our own.We lost sight of what truly matters,Chasing after things that never filled the emptiness. We allowed contentment to slip away,Thinking we needed more to be happy,That what we had wasn’t enough.We didn’t stop to appreciate what we were…
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Writing Our Stories by walking shadow poetry
We write our stories,Even when life throws storms our way.We take each struggle, each heartbreak,And turn them into chapters of resilience. Sometimes, the road feels lonely,And the weight of the world presses on our shoulders.So many have walked away,Leaving us to fight battles they didn’t believe we’d win.But here we stand bruised, maybe, but not…
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The Weight of Hope by walking shadow poetry.
Sometimes, our background tells the story,Of battles fought in silence, without glory.It’s the reason we rise, time after time,No matter how steep the mountain we climb. When life throws storms, we hold on tight,Because giving up isn’t in our sight.We carry dreams born in struggle and pain,For those who believe we’ll break the chain. Our…
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The Choices We Make by walking shadow poetry
Life stands like a market,Offering treasures and traps,Some to lift you higher,Others to pull you back. I’ve seen it all,The good and the bad,Moments that built me,And those that tore me apart. Funny how it worksIt all boils down to me.What I choose to chase,And what I let be. The time feels endless,Until it’s suddenly…
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Christmas, Then and Now by walking shadow poetry.
I remember when Christmas felt like magic,When the air itself seemed to hum with joy,The streets dressed in sparkling lights,And carolers sang songs we all knew by heart. Those days, the world seemed to pause,Shops filled with laughter, not just noise,Neighbors exchanging gifts and smiles,A season of giving, not just spending. We’d gather as a…
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End Corruption by walking shadow poetry.
I stand here with a heart so heavy,Dreams crushed, roads so unsteady.Not by storms or nature’s might,But hands that steal in the dead of night. I’ve seen the sick, their eyes pleading,Hospital beds with no one heeding.Money meant for their pain and care,Gone to line pockets without a share. I’ve walked roads riddled with cracks,Promised…