Tag: Walkingshadowpoetry
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Thank you for choosing to Be the best Father.
I don’t know where to begin,Because “thank you” feels too smallFor the mountain of love you’ve carried,And the steady hands that held me through it all. You never wore a cape,But you were my hero anyway,Not because you flew,But because you stayed. Stayed when life was heavy.Stayed when my dreams were still whispers.Stayed when I…
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She’s Not Too Emotional, You’re Just Not Listening Right
Dear man,I’m not here to fight.Nor am I here to blame you.Rather, I’m here to speak,honestly, gently, and directly. There are nights when I need to talk.Not argue.Not debate.And definitely not defend my feelings.Instead, I simply want to be heard. In those moments, I’m not looking for solutions.I don’t need a plan, a strategy, or…
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They never ever believed in Me
They didn’t clap.Not when I tried.Not when I stayed up all night just to prove a point.Not when I kept showing up with a voice no one heard. Instead, they looked away.They shrugged.They asked, “Are you still doing that thing?”like passion has an expiry date. At first, I thought maybe they were right.After all, who…
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Letting go is the hardest thing to ever do.
The last time we crossed paths,my heart was pounding; like a drumline reaching its final round.Although I wasn’t hoping for a reunion,still, the weight of the past made itself known.Because even now,memories have a way of echoing louder than the moment There they were,the same eyes that once read my silencenow seemed colder, more distant.At…
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“Don’t Hold Me When Your Heart Is Already Gone”
If you’ve found someone else,then please just let me know.Don’t keep me here when your heart already beatsin someone else’s direction. If by now you’ve discovered someone better for you,then don’t hold on to mejust to ease your guilt.Honestly, don’t pretend to love mejust to make yourself feel like the good one.Because eventually, when I…
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“We Survived What Was Meant to Destroy Us”
By Walking Shadow Poetry Life doesn’t always send warnings before it breaks us. Some of us have walked through seasons that nearly destroyed everything inside yet here we are. Still breathing. Still building. Still becoming. This piece is a reflection, not just of pain, but of the quiet strength it takes to keep going when…
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A Working Mom’s Silent Pain.
I still remember the way you called me out,Right there in the hallway, no warning, no doubt.My daughter’s tiny fingers curled tight in my hand,And there you were, like a storm, taking a stand. You pointed at the file I misplaced last week,Your voice raised high; even so, my strength felt weak.You didn’t ask if…
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Art Saved Me When Words Couldn’t. This is my story.
Every artist has a story,Not just colors on a canvas,But reasons behind every shade they choose.Not just rhythms in a rhyme,But echoes of battles they rarely speak of. Because behind every masterpiece,There’s a mess no one sees.And behind every performance,There’s a pain someone had to survive. You may admire the art,but do you also feel…
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When Your Heart Is a Service Line.
I’ve always been that person,The one who drops everything.Whether it’s mid-meal, mid-prayer, or mid-plan,I just show up. No questions asked.No delays.Just a simple, “Where are you?” and I’m already halfway there. At times, I’ve cancelled dreams for people.Other times, I rescheduled peace.Even more often, I paused my own healing.Why? Because someone needed me,and somehow, that…