She is the woman who gives her all,
Not only to her children,
but to her family,
her friends,
her neighbors,
her community
to anyone whose heart needs shelter.
She carries love like sunlight,
spreading warmth without measure,
offering pieces of herself
to brighten the lives of others.
Her embrace is a sanctuary,
her words a comfort,
her presence a healing balm
for wounds she never created.
She nurtures dreams,
mends broken spirits,
celebrates victories,
and stands beside sorrow
as if it were her own.
Yet behind the kindness,
behind the laughter that fills every room,
lives a quiet ache.
For she has learned
to smile through storms,
to laugh through tears,
to hide the cracks
beneath a face the world calls strong.
She listens to everyone's pain,
while her own remains unspoken.
She lifts others from the ground,
while secretly wondering
who might reach down
and lift her.
At night,
when the noise of the world grows silent,
she gathers the scattered pieces of herself,
trying to mend what life has broken,
trying to heal wounds
that no one seems to notice.
Still, when morning comes,
she rises.
She paints courage across her face,
wears resilience like armor,
and steps into another day
with grace that few could ever understand.
But even the strongest hearts
long to be held.
Even the giver
dreams of receiving.
She wishes for someone
who sees beyond the smile,
beyond the jokes,
beyond the strength she wears so faithfully.
Someone who will sit beside her pain,
not rush it away.
Someone who will whisper,
"You don't have to carry this alone."
Someone who will remind her
that she is worthy of the same love
she so freely gives.
And perhaps one day,
when her weary soul has carried enough,
she will discover that rescue
does not arrive as a grand gesture
It arrives as understanding,
as patience,
as a hand that refuses to let go.
And in that moment,
the woman who spent her life
healing everyone else
will finally begin to heal herself.
For she was never meant
to pour from an empty cup.
She was meant to be loved,
deeply and completely,
just as she has loved the world.
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 1:32 AM UTC
She walked with heaven in her quiet soul,
A gentle light that made the broken whole.
Her prayers rose softly with the morning air,
And God was present in each whispered prayer.
She knew His voice within the rustling trees,
Within the storms, the calm, the drifting breeze.
Though imperfect, faithful, strong, and true,
She carried blessings in all she'd journeyed through.
Then came a man with fire upon his tongue,
Certain of truths he'd carried all along.
He spoke of God with passion, deep and wide,
And of the path where answers would reside.
He told her how the Father hears and sees,
How faith can move the mountains and the seas.
He shared the wisdom he had come to know,
The seeds of truth he longed for her to sow.
She listened well, with kindness in her gaze,
Receiving lessons from his faithful ways.
For every soul God uses as a guide,
Can leave a lantern shining by our side.
Yet deep within, she also understood
That God had walked with her through bad and good.
She did not need another soul to prove
The depth and beauty of her Savior's love.
For she had met Him in her darkest night,
And felt His mercy bring her back to light.
She knew His grace before the man appeared,
Had felt His presence every time she feared.
Still, wisdom came through unexpected doors,
And God revealed to her there could be more.
Not more of worth, for she was loved complete,
But deeper places where their spirits meet.
So she grew closer, not by borrowed sight,
But by discovering her own greater light.
The man's devotion helped her seek anew,
Yet every step became her own walk through.
For God speaks softly in a thousand ways,
Through sacred words, through trials, through joyful days.
And while one voice may point us toward the shore,
The heart must choose to seek the Lord still more.
She thanked the man for all the truth he'd shared,
For every moment that he truly cared.
But in the end, what strengthened her the most
Was knowing God had never left His post.
And so she walked, more rooted than before,
Her faith expanded to a wider shore.
Not led away, but lovingly refined,
With God, and God alone, her heart aligned.
For every path that leads us to His face
Is marked by purpose, wisdom, love, and grace.
And though another helped her understand,
She found God deeper by His guiding hand.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 12:42 PM UTC
She entered this world with questions unspoken,
A tender heart carrying wounds not yet known.
Two hands that should have held her forever
Let go too soon, and she faced life alone.
Abandonment whispered its sorrowful stories,
Etching deep valleys where trust used to grow.
Yet even in darkness, a spark stayed alive—
A quiet strength only survivors can know.
At sixteen, a child with children to nurture,
The weight of the world resting softly on her.
While others were dreaming, she answered life's calling,
Determined her babies would never endure
The loneliness she had carried for years,
The ache of feeling forgotten and small.
She poured out her heart in a thousand sacrifices,
Giving her all, and then giving her all.
She traded her comfort for moments of guidance,
Her wants for their needs, her rest for their peace.
She built them a home from courage and kindness,
A place where old cycles could finally cease.
The curse that had traveled through branches of family,
Through generations of hurt and despair,
Met its ending in one brave and beautiful woman
Who chose love each day and planted it there.
She became what she needed when she was a child,
A refuge, a shelter, a light in the storm.
And though life had tested her over and over,
It never could break what was steadfast and warm.
Now she stands grateful for all she has conquered,
For every hard lesson that helped her to grow.
Not because the journey was easy or painless,
But because of the strength she discovered below.
She looks in the mirror with honor and wonder,
Not seeing the girl who was left behind,
But a woman of grace, resilience, and purpose—
A masterpiece shaped by a powerful mind.
Forever grateful for who she has become,
Beyond honored by the person she is today,
She carries her story not as a burden,
But as proof that love can rewrite any way.
For she did more than survive what was given—
She transformed pain into something profound.
And because of her courage, her children will flourish
On ground where new beginnings are found.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 3:26 PM UTC
In the quiet glow of morning light,
I rise with hope, my spirit bright.
No shadow speaks more loud than me,
For I am whole, and I am free.
I love myself with open grace,
Every scar and every trace.
The heart I carry, soft yet strong,
Has known its truth all along.
I am worthy of gentle days,
Of honest love and endless praise.
Not because I must compete,
But simply because my soul is complete.
I am beautiful, deeply so,
Like rivers that endlessly flow.
Not bound by mirrors, trends, or eyes,
But by the fire that lives inside.
My voice matters, clear and true,
My dreams deserve the morning dew.
Each step I take, though small it seems,
Builds the bridge toward all my dreams.
I am capable, fierce and wise,
A phoenix born to touch the skies.
Through every challenge, rise, and fall,
I find the strength to face it all.
And when the world feels cold or far,
I’ll remember exactly who I am
A soul of light, a heart untamed,
Forever worthy, unashamed.
So I will stand, both proud and kind,
With fearless hope within my mind.
For every day, in all I do,
I grow more radiant, brave, and true.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 9:07 AM UTC
I loved you gently,
in all the ways you could not
love yourself.
I traced light into the places
you only called broken,
held your name carefully
when you spoke it like an apology.
But love cannot live
where someone keeps locking the door
from the inside.
And no matter how softly I reached for you,
you kept mistaking tenderness
for something you did not deserve.
So I stood there
heart open, hands empty
loving a man
who could not believe
he was worth being loved.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 1:24 AM UTC
There are nights
your silence feels deliberate
like a door left slightly open
for someone else.
And still,
I carry the warmth of you
the way the ocean carries moonlight:
distant, untouched,
but undeniably there.
You love me in fragments, perhaps
in pauses, in glances,
in the way you almost stay.
While I love you fully,
even from across the ache.
So I wait in the quiet between us,
where your heart drifts away,
and mine keeps finding you anyway.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 1:21 AM UTC
She buried her prayers beneath tired skies,
Folded faith away with the letters she never sent.
Life had taken a hammer to her spirit,
One heartbreak at a time,
One funeral at a time,
One sleepless night whispering
“God, where were You?” into the dark.
She wore survival like armor,
Smiled just enough to hide the ache,
But inside she was a house of shattered windows,
Cold winds moving through every memory
That pain had touched.
The world taught her disappointment early.
People left.
Promises broke.
Dreams withered before bloom.
And somewhere between the storms and silence,
She stopped looking toward Heaven,
Convinced no one there was listening.
Then came him.
Not loud.
Not perfect.
Just gentle.
After a night that felt endless.
He saw the exhaustion in her soul
Without her needing to explain it.
He spoke to the parts of her
That grief had chained in darkness.
With patient hands and honest love,
He reminded her how to breathe again.
He never forced belief upon her.
Never preached with thunder.
Instead, he loved her carefully
Like someone returning a fragile thing to light.
And slowly, she began to notice.
The way peace entered the room when he prayed.
The way his strength did not come from pride.
The way forgiveness lived inside him
Like a river that never ran dry.
He pointed upward not with his finger,
But with the way he lived.
And one evening, somewhere between healing and surrender,
The truth found her softly:
It had been Jesus all along.
In every storm she survived
When she should have drowned.
In every tear she cried alone.
In every door that closed
To save her from what would have destroyed her.
In every painful season
That somehow did not **** her spirit completely.
Christ had been there
Carrying what she thought she carried alone.
The special man was never the Savior.
He was the lantern.
The reminder.
The answered prayer she stopped believing would come.
And for the first time in years,
She fell to her knees not in defeat,
But in reverence.
Because she finally understood:
Grace had followed her through every heartbreak,
Mercy had stood beside every wound,
And even when her faith let go of God,
God never let go of her.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 3:12 PM UTC
He came in fragments
between cold jail walls
and promises spoken too easily,
“I’m coming this time,”
words that dissolved
like smoke in the wind.
Birth gave him,
my blood, my name in pieces,
but fatherhood was never found
in broken visits
or empty doorways
I waited beside for years.
I learned young
that disappointment has a sound,
the silence of a phone that never rings,
the ache of watching other daughters
held by the men
who never left them behind.
But then there was you.
Not tied to me by blood,
yet bound to me
by something far greater,
choice.
You stepped into the spaces
another man abandoned.
You poured love into every crack
he left behind.
You showed up.
Again and again.
You taught me strength
without hardness,
kindness without weakness,
how a woman should carry herself
with dignity, grace, and fire.
You became the steady voice
guiding me through storms,
the hands that lifted me
when life grew heavy,
the heart that never once
made me question
if I was worthy of love.
And even as your breath grew weary,
your love never did.
Until your final breath,
you remained
my protector,
my teacher,
my safe place,
my dad.
People say blood makes a family,
but they never knew a man like you.
Because real fathers
are not the ones who simply create life
they are the ones who stay,
who sacrifice,
who love without condition
until their very last heartbeat.
Nothing will ever break
the bond we built.
Not time.
Not death.
Not absence.
And for every lesson,
every embrace,
every moment you chose me
I will spend my life
forever grateful
for the man
who chose to be my father.
Thomas Elliott Jones
Sep 18th 1935- Feb 1, 2010
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 12:38 AM UTC
She wore sunrise in her bones,
even when midnight lived behind her eyes.
Built a home from empty pockets,
stitched peace together with tired hands,
kissed scraped knees, packed lunches,
held the world steady for children
who never saw the storms
their mother swallowed whole.
She gave love
like rivers give water
without asking who was thirsty,
without counting what was lost.
Poured herself into family,
into neighbors,
into broken people needing light,
while her own soul flickered
quietly in the dark.
And him
he sat inside smoke-filled silence,
controller glowing blue against his face,
thumbs busy fighting battles on screens
while the real war
slept beside him every night.
He wanted a Queen,
but forgot queens are not built
to beg for affection.
Forgot crowns grow heavy
when carried alone.
Forgot loyalty is not slavery,
and love is not a woman
bleeding herself dry
to keep a man comfortable.
She learned pain
in unanswered questions.
Learned heartbreak
in the distance between two people
sharing the same bed
but not the same tenderness
There were nights
she folded into herself so deeply
even breathing felt dangerous.
Nights her tears soaked pillows
while he chased another high,
another excuse,
another escape from accountability.
And still
she rose.
For the babies needing breakfast.
For the bills waiting unpaid.
For the community calling her name
because somehow
even broken women become shelters
for everybody else.
She carried everyone.
Every burden.
Every silence.
Every betrayal.
Until one day
she looked in the mirror
and saw not weakness
but a woman surviving
what should have destroyed her.
A woman who loved too deeply
for someone too shallow
to hold it.
And maybe that is the tragedy
not that she was hard to love,
but that she kept offering oceans
to a man content
with puddles.
Still, her heart beats.
Still, she stands.
Still, somewhere beneath the bruises
of disappointment and neglect,
a fire survives.
Because women like her
do not break permanently
She rebuilds.
She rises.
And one day,
the same hands that carried everyone else
will finally learn
to hold herself gently too.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 10:32 PM UTC
He carries storms behind his eyes,
A boy still buried in a man’s disguise.
Raised where love came edged with pain,
Where trust was lost and fear would reign.
His mother’s absence left a scar
That followed him no matter how far.
A hollow ache he could not name,
A quiet fire beneath his shame.
Then came the cuffs, the lies, the blame,
False charges tied beside his name.
The world looked at him hard and cold,
Before they ever knew his soul.
And somewhere in that endless fight,
He stopped believing in the light.
His laughter dimmed, his spirit bent,
His peace became an accident.
But she
She loved him through the darkest days,
Through shattered thoughts and distant ways.
She learned the language of his pain
And stood beside him in the rain.
She tried to calm the wars within,
To show him life could start again.
Not for herself, not pride, not gain,
But so his heart could heal its chains.
She wanted mornings soft and bright,
A home that finally felt right.
A father smiling with his child,
A man whose soul was reconciled.
She saw beyond the anger’s face,
Beyond the hurt he could not place.
Because beneath his guarded skin
Was someone desperate to begin.
And every night she held her tears,
Praying love could reach his fears.
Hoping one day he would see
The man he was still meant to be.
For she did not wish for perfect days,
Or riches dressed in golden praise.
She only wished his heart could rest,
And know that he deserved the best.
To heal.
To breathe.
To finally stand free.
And maybe learn that family
Was never there to make him weak
But the safe haven he did not seek.
So she stays patient through the ache,
Loving a soul still trying to wake.
Because sometimes the deepest love
Is fighting for someone
Who has forgotten how to love themselves.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 10:17 PM UTC