Tag Archives: Writing

Embrace

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In this life, it is important that you embrace yourself to the fullest. It is good to take the time to celebrate you. Embrace all that you have and love yourself to the fullest. Embrace the good times as well as the hard times, that is what makes you wiser and stronger. Embrace your healing process and be gentle with your mind, body, and spirit. Embrace your inner happiness and peace. Yes, life happens but always be true to yourself. Embrace yourself, embrace life….

All of it! Just Saying!!

Blessings and Love!

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***This post was inspired by my daughter, also a writer. She thought that I should write about embracing yourself. Big shout out to her, got to love her***

I, Self-Aware

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I am a force, self-sufficient and strong

Independent in my choices all day long

Love is my fuel, my passion, and drive

I thrive on it, and it keeps me alive.

My heart beats with a rhythm of its own

Guiding me as I walk life’s unknowns

I am tough, resilient, and unbreakable

My spirit unwavering and unshakable.

I love myself most, but I love others too

For love is the bond that makes us all new

I stand tall, proud, and free

My independence is a testament to me.

-I, Self-Aware-

Blessings and Love! 🖤🤎💙💛💗💚🧡❤🤍💜

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Feeling!

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Feeling of wanting love

Feeling of nah I don’t think so

Feeling of letting it all go

Feeling of nah some has to pay

Feeling of wanting to be alone

Damn

Feeling that Ray needs someone

Feeling of giving up

Feeling of nah got to keep going

Emotions everywhere

Feeling of being lost

Feeling like homegirl go find yourself

Damn feelings of being hot, being cold

Feeling very nonchalant

Feeling like turning my back on the world

Feeling!

And Ray doesn’t like it.

-Feeling-

Blessings and Love!

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Feeling of Love!  | Just Write (writeblg.com)

Scared to Love! | Just Write (writeblg.com)

Battle with myself

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Battle with myself!

I look in the mirror and there are times where I do not like who is starring back

Telling myself to face my fears, be strong

I am battling myself it is tough battle trying to keep control of what is going on around me

I feel like I am losing. The doubting myself, feeling ashamed, I am feeling unworthy

I am battling myself through it all the good, the bad, and most definitely the ugly and the worst

I am my own worst enemy hard on me

Sometimes I like who and what I see and times I do not

I say to myself to suck it up it is life

Battling myself trying to keep from crying

Trying hard to fix my crown

Daily struggles sometimes hold me back

Battling myself this woman is hard to deal with

Tough and strong I say back to the mirror you got this, keep going, stop being in your own way

Battling myself I say take a breather and get back to it

Battling myself it is me versus me

A battle I will come out on top of

Me battling myself through it all enough is enough

Me battling myself it is time I choose I as I stare back in the mirror with a smile

I chose I in this battle with myself!

Burdens…

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We all have them 

Some more than others 

Burdens 

A shadow over us 

We want to defeat 

Burdens 

I have them 

No denying them 

Burdens 

I want to keep to myself 

It’s no one’s problem 

Burdens 

I hold deep inside 

Consumes me like crazy 

Burdens 

Damn overthink on them daily 

Hide from the world 

Burdens 

I do not put it on others 

Ray feels it’s not fair 

So, I do not share 

Burdens 

Mines to keep and bare 

Damn, a shame 

Burdens 

We all carry them! 

-Burdens- 

Blessings and Love! 

Thank you for reading. 

The Quiet In Healing

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They say healing is loud

Really?

Like thunder, heavy drums, and like a phoenix in flames

But not mine

Mine came in whispers

The hush between heartbreak and hope

In the silence after the storm

When the wreckage still smelled like yesterday

I didn’t scream

I didn’t roar

I sat with the ache

With the echo

With the version of me I buried beneath “I’m fine.”

Healing is not always heroic

Sometimes it’s holding your own hand 

When no one else is there

It’s rewriting the story 

When the pen feels too heavy

It’s breathing

Even when the air tastes like memory

I stitched myself together 

With threads of forgiveness

Patched the holes with grace

And wore my scars like armor 

Not shame

I learned that broken 

Doesn’t mean unworthy

That soft doesn’t mean weak

Healing is not a finish line

It’s a rhythm

A dance

A daily decision to rise

So, if you’re still hurting

Still healing

Still holding on by a whisper

Just know this:

You are not behind

You are not broken

You are becoming!

Blessings and Love!

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The Weight of What Was Real!

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The truth came not as a whisper

Just raw

But a loud thunderclap at dawn

Shattering the silence 

We’d built our lives upon

It wore no mask of mercy

No veil to soften the blow

Just raw

An unvarnished memory 

Of things we didn’t know

It peeled back painted stories

Exposed the hidden seams

Turning lullabies into warnings

And daylight into dreams

We begged it to be more kinder

To lie just one more time

But truth does not negotiate 

With comfort or with crime

It named the ghosts we buried

Uncloaked the quiet pain

And stitched our hearts with needles 

Of loss we can’t explain

Yet in its cruel unveiling

A strange release was found

For trauma born of honesty 

Still walks on solid ground

So let it burn the pages

Let it flood the past with light

Truth may wound without permission

But it never hides from sight!

Blessings and Love!

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A Purpose II

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In the deepness of discomfort

I wandered aimlessly

Lost and confused, unsure of my destiny

I searched high and low for a reason to be

To find my place in this world, to finally be free

I sought out love in every shape and form

In hopes that it would calm the raging storm

But with every heartbreak, my spirit was torn

And the search for love left me feeling dejected

Climbing mountains and swimming in the sea

But still, my purpose evaded me

I longed for a sign, a glimpse of clarity

To guide me towards my true destiny

But amidst the confusion

I found a glimmer of hope

A light in the darkness, a way to cope

I realized that the search itself was my goal

To embrace the journey and let my purpose unfold

I continue to search with an open heart and mind

To discover my purpose and the love I long to find

For I know that with patience and perseverance combined

My destiny will reveal itself in due time

-A Purpose II-

Blessings and Love!

Thank you for reading.

A Purpose!  | Just Write (writeblg.com)

T.O.L-Heal/Hurt

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Healing the hurt

If you don’t heal what hurt, you

Heal what lost you

Heal your mind

Body

Soul

You will bleed on people

Who did not cut you

Who tries to be there

For you

Who loves you

That is why healing and becoming one

With self is important.

Heal and let all the hurt go

Can be easier said than done

Can be a long process

You should still try!

Just Heal!

Thinking out loud.  

Blessings and Love!

Thank you for reading.

I am Healing!
Heal (Trying)