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Healing starts with
gentle grace.
By finding peace in your
own pace.
Love yourself,
let your fears unwind.
And trust will bloom in time,
refined.
ivan Nov 9
every night before i sleep
i pray to not wake up
but it won’t happen
at least i can see the sun rise again
i smiled
it was time to move on
it was time
it is time
Maria Etre Oct 30
Maybe this war
is teaching
poets
to be
m
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vo
cal
than
the
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Akta Agarwal Oct 25
Music is everywhere
It's in the crippling of birds
It's in the flow of wind
It's a melody to hear
To cry of a new born
It's in the beginning of new life
With melodious cry
Music is the medicine
That always seems to heal
Whenever we feel alone
We just started to listen music
As per our taste
And with music
We start to tap our feet
And
We like the way music makes us feel
Music always tells many different stories
And the stories are for both old and young generations
Some music have power
Of motivation
Or
Of making us strong
Making us believe our own selves
It's work like a medicines
Which can heal all alone
And It's a medicine
Which we can found easily too.
Music has the power to heal
Left on Red Oct 4
Jesus came one day
to decapitated me
and said, "You need
to run the race and win."

"Okay," I said,
"I'll try if you
put me
back together."

He acted
like he didn't hear me
and left
without saying goodbye.

"Thanks for nothing!"
I yelled at his absence.
vDreams Oct 1
A ray of sunshine struck my heart,
giving me hope that after the storm,
light will shine again and the painful
wounds will heal someday.
Malia Sep 24
I will be your sun and your moon
For you, I’d light the way
I want to hold you in my arms
Softly, safe and sound.

But how could I embrace the sky,
So striking and expansive?
You’re everything, all that can be
You’re all there is to me.

Divine and purely celestial—
I can hardly comprehend!
But I need not understand the sea
Just let you heal and mend.
Morgan Howard Sep 18
Your actions left cuts on my heart.
But, like the cuts on my arms,
They faded away in the summer sun.
However, though the wounds have healed,
The memories last forever.
With these cold hands I write my symphony
With yours you've made yourself an enemy
And I sat and endured humility
Took the names and the liability.

I took it upon myself to curse and heal
I sat there and built a fever dream
Your words remembrance in my soul
A little fame from you I stole.

And perhaps I wanted you to be seen
In a light that was a little too mean
And I don't blame myself for the betrayal
Because I stood there a little too loyal.

And petty laughs I know you muffle
Ignorance in full throttle
We pray to the same deities but we do it differently
Are we to blame a deity
Or the society
For an unfair calamity
Id rather pretend to be
Almighty.
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