Tag: Walkingshadowpoetry
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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…
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Why Every Student Deserves to Be Seen Spoken Word
He sat in the back.Not because he liked it there…But because it hurt less to be ignoredThan to be noticed and torn apart. They called him slow.Said he was a waste of chalk,A sentence that couldn’t end,A question mark that never made sense.So they punished himFor not being what they expected.For being a whisper in…
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“I Almost Lost Everything to Alcohol — Until God Stepped In”
There was a time I couldn’t stop.I told myself “just one last drop.”But one turned into two, then more,And soon I couldn’t find the door. At first, I drank to ease the pain,To feel some joy, to stop the rain.But after a while, I couldn’t lie,The drink became my reason why. It took my time,…
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When You Change the Way You Look
When you change the way you look at things,the things you are looking at begin to transform,not because the world itself suddenly rearranges,but because your eyes, your heart, your mindare suddenly awake to new possibilities. Think about it,how many times have you walked past a tree,so familiar, so ordinary,that you never truly saw it?But then…