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A girl sits silent beneath the skies,
With stars of wonder in her eyes.
Her heart, a map of roads untread,
A thousand dreams within her head.

She longs to dance, to sing, to soar,
To walk through life and seek much more.
Yet shadows whisper, soft and low,
"Stay where it’s safe; don’t let it show."

The weight of doubt, the chains of fear,
Hold her back though the path is clear.
The world outside calls loud and true,
But voices within say, “It’s not for you.”

Oh, how she yearns to break away,
To chase the dawn, to seize the day.
But every step feels bound, confined,
By unseen hands, by her own mind.

Yet deep inside, a spark remains,
A rebel flame that shakes the chains.
One day, perhaps, she’ll rise, set free,
And claim her dreams, her destiny.
never stop yourself for what you want to do because of anyone .
His eyes hold the kind of beauty that makes time stand still;
                             I could lose myself in their depths forever.
He carries the weight of the world with grace,
               his care wrapping everyone in the warmth I wish was mine.

His kindness is a quiet melody,
his perfection a bittersweet reminder that some dreams are not meant to be ours.
I could spend a lifetime admiring him, yet a part of me aches knowing he was never meant to be mine.

He’s a masterpiece painted in fleeting moments,
too perfect to touch, yet too captivating to turn away from.....
he is a masterpiece, god has created in this crazy world
She feels the world's weight in her chest,
but deep within,
she knows she holds the strength to rise.
No matter how small,
each step she takes is a victory over the whispers of doubt.
She's not just surviving her anxiety—she's learning to bloom through it, one breath at a time.
healing journey
"True happiness blooms when you fall in love......
                       .........with the person you see in the mirror every day."
selflove
The Maze of Thought

In the maze of thoughts, I wander, lost,
A sea of ideas, but at what cost?
Each path I take loops back around,
Feet stuck firm on uncertain ground.

Desire to move, but roots hold tight,
Dreams flicker dimly in the depth of night.
A spark of will, yet drowned in doubt,
Trapped in silence, wanting to shout.

The mind, a storm, with no clear way,
Endless night with no break of day.
Yet in the stillness, whispers gleam,
A voice within that dares to dream.

So here I stand, within this haze,
Searching for the light, the blaze.
Even in the darkest hour,
The mind holds seeds of hidden power.

— The End —