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silvervi Nov 2024
I am enough for myself
I have a really good health
Today and everyday I will be grateful
For every wonderful deep breath
💖
Looking in the mirror and telling yourself that you're enough for yourself. 💖 Try it.
Nostalgia Nov 2024
Why did you leave me?
Why did I leave you?
We were both tired.
Half-hearted jokes never would fix the cracks between us.
Small imperfections and biased opinions.
This was never going to work out.
We both knew that.
Zywa Nov 2024
I whisper courage

to myself and cross my arms --


Lullalullaby.
Novel "Weerwater" ("Wateragain", 2015, Renate Dorrestein), chapter 3-3

Collection "Old sore"
Thea Nov 2024
I have seen the world change,
its heartbeat quickened by fear,
its warmth eclipsed by suspicion.
The streets hum with hurried steps,
heads bowed, avoiding eye contact—
not out of shame,
but out of survival.

Kindness feels like a relic,
a whispered legend
too fragile to bear the weight of this age.
We wear our pain like armor,
every scar a shield,
every bruise a blade.
But in this battle,
who are we fighting
if not ourselves?

I admit,
there are days
when kindness slips through my fingers,
when the weight of my own story
makes it hard to reach for someone else's.
There are moments
when bitterness feels safer
than vulnerability,
when I can't bear to offer softness
to a world that feels so sharp.

But then,
in the quiet of my own mind,
I find a truth—
one that whispers like a forgotten friend:
You are your own sanctuary.

To be kind to myself
is not indulgence;
it is survival.
It is looking into the mirror
and saying,
"I see you. I forgive you. I will not turn away."

Because if I cannot soften my edges for myself,
how can I hope to offer warmth to others?
If I cannot cradle my own grief,
how can I console the grief of the world?

So I begin again,
each day, each hour,
with small mercies:
pausing to breathe,
allowing my shoulders to relax,
speaking to myself with the tenderness
I crave from others.

And when the world claws at me,
demanding pieces I cannot give,
I remind myself:
I am not here to break
so others can feel whole.

Kindness is not a finite resource.
It begins at home,
in the soft spaces of my soul.
And as I learn to carry it within,
it spills over,
quietly, gently,
into the lives of those around me.

The world may be unrecognizable—
a stranger cloaked in shadow—
but I refuse to let it turn me
into a stranger to myself.
I am my own companion,
my own healer,
my own hope.

And so, I will be gentle,
even when the world is not.
Especially when the world is not.
Maya Fields Nov 2024
respect
I refuse to say
was given
because it was already mine
from which I deserved
in the first place
in every inch of my life.
ANA Nov 2024
All these years, I wore a mask that was suited to other people's validity. I tried to ask for their acceptance to feel significant until it made me suffocated. Losing myself and emptiness felt in the depths of my heart. There's a hole that could never be filled by others. Behind this mask was my true self until I realized that I didn't need to hide anymore. I didn't need to cover myself from the world because love had found me.

The love I have for myself filled the hole inside my heart, exposing the true tenderness and goodness of the soul. My precious soul despite scars and imperfections, I know that I was beautiful. This love I have for myself surpasses all of the doubt and insecurities, uncovering the mask I have worn for so long, and embracing my uniqueness. This love nurtures my existence to be the best version. This love will keep me living.
Bree17 Nov 2024
I need to tell you something
I’ll whisper it to you
It’s about someone you know
But I can’t just tell you who

There’s someone around here
Who’s feeding your delusions
Turning you on yourself
Making false conclusions

The liar here is you
I know you wont believe me
But you don’t need to be perfect,
Self acceptance is what’s key
Wrote a poem based on the words “can you keep a secret?” as a prompt.
There comes a time when you will meet someone. This someone will be a tiny crush at first. Youll look their way to try & catch their eye, “run into” them in public knowing where all their favorite spots are.  
Then, there comes a time where your heart feels bold.  It cant contain the fire it feels for this other soul. It pushes you to say something or do whatever you can to be noticed by that one person.  
Finally, there comes a time where you take a chance and you finally get what your heart has been craving, connection. This connection sends you over the moon with no intention of bringing you back down.
Until, it does. Yet you hold on to its comfort like a baby blanket.  
You let the months drag on.
Days go by.
The spark fades. The fights increase
The gravity of reality starts to sink in.  
You loved the comfort of not being alone.  You loved being the hero and saving the lost soul that has been doomed to hell from the start.  
An angel in a cruel world just trying to love the way she was intended.  
This cruel world is no place for an angel with a heart of gold... yet, in her lies the only hope that this world will see.  
She will make mistakes.  Go down her own path for a while, but finally she will see why she was put in her world of turmoil and hurt.  
She chose to be here to love the ****** and forgotten.  
She chose to be the love in a place where all she felt was hate.  
She chose to understand what its like to feel heartbreak to better understand humanity.  
These moments of hell that she goes through only teach her the most valuable lessons of life.  
Love will always be more powerful than hate.  
Dont ever underestimate the power of kindness to those that need and repel it the most.  
Dont hate anyone for everyone is on their own journey OUT of hell.
Hope can never be hopeless
Just like you can never be homeless
Just like you can never not progress
Or just like you can never be loveless
Or heartless or mindless or worthless or soulless
For you are my home, and if you're something,

You're endless.

_M.
You're so worthy just as you are. Whoever it is that is reading this. So no need to try to prove your worth. Just live as you are. Love you.
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