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Nahin 3d
In the end,
what matters only is-
how well you look
into the eyes of
your child,

being brave to stand
as a hero or
ashamed as a villain.
Some justifications are so true they even touch the blinds.
Roused from my dreams, I find myself distant from the
images that once danced in my mind. A soft murmur of
dreams beckons, stirring weary eyes with the promise of
a new day’s embrace.  

A laugh escapes, brushed away, trapped within a
fabricated grin— shadows of tears that deepen the skin
already weary from time. Almost revelling in the illusion
that life is a triumphant race; pursuing all the things
I once fled from.  

Standing too close to the fire, of people’s words that
scorn your soul- I remain unafraid of their searing impact;
I have welcomed them all, wrapping myself in the comfort
of understanding that they hold no power over my identity
at all.
Years of screaming
Years of tears
Death
Demons
And hell
I fell
But always always
Came back
Felt it all
Used my emotions
To never again crawl

Spite helped me through
Spite helped me see
Spite was honestly
The best thing
For me

Hell came back
Hell came harder
Fire turned to lava
Mountains spewing
Oh the drama

I lost my sense of emotion
My send of me
I lost any destiny
Crippled
Alone
Torn from a future thrown
I was to die
Bitter and cold
Shaking and alone
The silence in my heart
The wounds never to part
I was alive
Yet buried six feet under
No wonder
No life
Just breathing in
Strife

Given up
No luck
No hope
No love
No stars
No God
I didn't give a ****
My heart turned black
The angels were only to attack
Angels of death
Demons of life
They filled me with hell
burned me til I couldn't
Yell

Years went by
Surely I was meant to die
Now and forever
Yet I didn't surrender
Never completely
Everyday dying
Still secretly trying
I would fight
While faces in the night
Taunt me
Telling me I'm not alright
Telling me I made my own plight
I'm crazy
Give up the fight

Never ever
Surrender your might
Never ever
Surrender your love
I can feel again
I can call my soul
A friend
In the end
My anger
My spite
Kept me through the night
Kept me giving all my might
*******
**** them all
I may fall
But I'll always stand tall
After it all
I am brave
I am strong
I belong
Life has it out for me
I will not beg or plead
For an eternity
I will win
I will grin
I will love with all my heart
I will see angels
And not death
I will see October
And nothing less
I cannot digress
Enough
How strong I was
How strong I am
Murdered
Broken
Beaten
Slammed
I was shamed
I was blamed
Stabbed through the heart
Told never to start

Here I am
Smiling again
The music is glistening
I am listening
With grace in my soul
I will always know
I'll be okay
It'll be okay
Feeling is beautiful
In every ******* way
Hi
Courage is being able to stand up and face your fiercest fears

Every evening
No matter how that idea terrifies you

In a world where the masses hide behind money
Might
Mousepads
It is more valuable of a trait than ever

Drowning in their cowardice while the few brave still in existence fight their weaknesses with heads held high
Bravery isn't not being afraid it's being afraid but doing it anyway
Dashalynn Sep 10
Here I stand, naked before you, brave and unyielding,
All the tender parts of me exposed.
Like a tree, your roots dig deep, anchoring me to you.
I lay myself at your mercy—body, mind, and spirit.
Wrapped in your arms, I quietly implore,
Please, handle me with care
Heroes wear all kinds of uniforms,
and call many places home,
but standing the line for Democracy
they are all just as tall and just as brave

Who was this man
who ventured to a distant land
to defend it from an invader
they are not his people
this was not his home
but he stood the line for Democracy
he stood the line proud and tall
and died

He was my Brother
He was my Father
He was my Friend
He was a good man
He stood the line for Democracy
The Japanese Shuto Fukuyama, who had been serving in Ukraine as a Volunteer succumbed on the Battlefield.
Honor, Glory and Gratitude To Our Brother.
Bekah Halle Apr 18
Being
Real
And
Valuing
Everything about yourself!
She dances in the rain
She dances in the sun
She dances away her pain
She never tries to run.

She has a heart of gold
Her soul spirit oh so bold
but even with that golden heart
sometimes, she breaks apart.

It is not easy to keep going,
Specially when the world says, give up, you don't know what you are doing.

People say things
People act cold
But still it's the warmth she brings
because she has a heart of gold.

She's brave, she's a fighter
and just to feel a little lighter
She dances.
She dances in the rain
She dances in the sun
waiting for that rainbow above.

Her wait wasn't long thereof,
The gold always shines
It can't be hidden for long.
The universe finally played her song
And she danced,
with all that she had;
And as if the gods rained petals over the entire town,
All of the stars aligned,
to be her crown.
Copyright Simran Guwalani
Bekah Halle Feb 10
I come home a foreigner.
The sun is warm and welcoming,
But the environment has changed.
Curiosity is beconning,
But with gentle eyes.

I come home changed.
Last time I was more timid,
This time, a little stronger.
Last time I thought my weaknesses were insipid,
This time, they are part of me.

I come home curious,
As to what it might be, I ponder.
The family dynamics.
The opportunities that I may squander,
In fear of becoming my truest self.

I come home braver.
Even though on the outside I may be frailer,
Even though.
I might not be, but opportunities I can tailor,
So, it is with courage I move forward.
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