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Odalys Jul 30
They said I never worried them, I always had my way,
A steady hand, a fearless face to guide me through each day.
But what looked like unshakable pride was loneliness inside,
A strength so loud it hid the times I only wished to hide.

I carried weight so perfectly, no one thought to ask,
If I was tired, if I broke, behind the polished mask.
For being “capable” has a cost too heavy to ignore—
You’re everyone’s safe harbor, yet left longing for much more.

So strength became my armor, my survival, my disguise,
But underneath, I craved a hand, a softness in the eyes.
Odalys Jul 29
Grief and mind walk hand in hand,
Two heavy shadows on the land.
They whisper doubts, they cloud the skies,
They hide the light behind our eyes.

We wonder if we talk too much,
If friends grow weary of our touch.
Repeating pain they’ve heard before,
Afraid they’ll turn and close the door.

But healing isn’t neat or fast,
It circles back, it holds, it lasts.
And silence makes the weight severe—
So talk about it if it keeps you here.

No burden are you, not a chore,
Your voice is worth the space once more.
For sharing sorrow lightens pain,
And helps the broken breathe again.

So let the story leave your chest,
You’re not too much, you’re not a guest.
Your grief is proof of love so clear—
And we’ll hold you close, to keep you here.
Please. Please talk about it if it keeps you here 🙏
Odalys Jul 29
Life’s a circus, can’t you see?
We’re clowns with bills and therapy.
We chase our goals, we pay our dues,
Then trip on laces in our shoes.

We plan it out, we make it neat,
Yet fate just laughs and moves our seat.
The universe, with wicked grin,
Reminds us none of us will win.

But maybe that’s the secret key—
The joke is love, not victory.
To laugh, to cry, to dance, to fall,
That’s really what it means at all.

So here’s to mess and here’s to cheer,
We’re all just winging it down here.
If life’s absurd (and I suspect),
Then humor is the best respect.
Don't take life too seriously
Odalys Jul 27
Some days life feels like drifting sand,
No purpose clear, no steady hand.
We chase the hours, we play the part,
With questions echoing in the heart.

What’s all this for? Just work and sleep?
A climb that feels forever steep.
The stars look down, so vast, so cold—
While we just age, and hurt, and fold.

But then a laugh, a stranger’s grace,
A friend who meets you face to face.
A song that knows your quiet pain,
A walk through healing, soft as rain.

It’s not the answers carved in stone,
But all the warmth we've ever known—
The love, the loss, the lessons learned,
The bridges crossed, the moments earned.

And though the void may whisper lies,
It's in connection true hope lies.
For life may not make perfect sense,
But love, not logic, is the lens.
Life may seem meaningless but my tribe and experiences make it worth continuing
Odalys Jul 26
What if the life you dream to live
Is buried under what you give?
What if the love you seek so wide
Is waiting quiet, deep inside?

The world reflects what’s in your view—
So is it them… or maybe you?
Odalys Jul 26
Still figuring out this life of mine,
No clear map, just crooked lines.
But every step, though slow or fast,
Is leading me to home at last.

No need to match another's pace—
I’m running my one-of-one race.
Trust in God's Timing
Odalys Jul 25
You can chase the sun, sail every sea,
Climb every peak you dream to see.
But peace won’t come from outer skies—
It lives within, not where it lies.

Until you calm your inner tide,
No place on Earth will feel like pride.
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