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Scars on my body, hidden by a smile,
Each tells a story, but I wear them with style.
They whisper of battles, of nights full of pain,
Yet here I stand, rising again.
Becoming stronger, day by day,
Through every storm, I find my way.
With effort and struggle, I climb so high,
Chasing my dreams beneath the sky.
Hoping for the best as the sun shines bright,
Bathing my soul in its golden light.
No shadow can hold me, no fear can stay,
For I am the dawn of a brand-new day.
Steve Page Feb 7
“You’re big and ugly enough,” he meant it kindly
as he passed me a wrench and continued to guide me.

“You’re big and ugly enough, to handle this truth.  
It’s now time that you learned that it’s just what we do.
We take the rough every day along with the smooth.
You will learn that the world will expect this of you.”

And so, each year upon year I took on rough truths,
until my battered strong hands were no longer smooth.
I grasped the sharp nettles, and I braced for disputes
until each opposition decided to move.

I ignored muscle pains and maintained my strong grip,
all the much tighter as life continued to shift.
Through my gritted cracked teeth, sometimes expletives slipped
as I beat mounting odds with dulled cries of relief.

Now a few decades on, I’m still big and I’m ugly,
but I’ve got a light touch for words that hold beauty.
There’s a time for raw strength but space for what’s lovely
and the lovely gifts strength to meet each day’s duties.

My dad did mean well when he passed on his insights,
but there’s much more to my strength than winning each fight.
I’m no longer a big, ugly stereotype -
The best part of me now can be found when I write.
If my dad saw me struggling he would say that I was big and ugly enough to handle it.
Morgan Howard Jan 31
Oh to be a leaf
Blowing in the breeze
Going wherever the wind takes me

Oh to be a tree
Standing great and tall
With my head held high

Oh to be a bolt of lightning
Energetic and electrifying
Striking the ground with power

Oh to be a boulder
Big and strong
Never to be broken

Oh to be what I'm not
Because what I am
Isn't good enough
Liv Jan 29
I stand in the mirror, searching my face,
for signs of change, for bits I’ve replaced.
I’ve fought to grow, to mend and refine,
to leave behind what was never mine.
Each day I rise, steady and slow,
trying to be someone I want you to know.

I’ve come so far, I can see it clear—
the battles won, the silenced fears.
I’m proud of the scars that no one can see,
proof of the strength that’s blooming in me.
But still, there’s doubt, sharp and cruel,
whispering rules I didn’t choose.

Am I enough? Am I changing too late?
Will love slip through at the hand of fate?
I try, oh I try, with every breath,
to give you a love that defies death.
But what if my steps aren’t swift or right,
what if I lose you in this fight?

I ache for more than just “almost there,”
I want to be someone who shows they care,
without the weight of fear or mistake,
without wondering what love might take.
But even as doubt grips my chest,
I know I’m doing my very best.

So I hold onto this truth I’ve found—
growth isn’t perfect, nor always profound.
It’s quiet steps, a trembling climb,
becoming better, one piece at a time.
And if love is real, as I believe it to be,
you’ll see the best still rising in me.

I may not be finished, but I stand here strong,
with a heart that’s learning where it belongs.
And I promise, with all that I am and will do,
I’ll keep getting better—for me and for you.
Leanne Jan 27
My lighthouse in storms
And times of life is you.

My lighthouse is my hope,
When things feel they may fall through.

My lighthouse guidance has helped, me endure the unthinkable
Helps me through times I need, healing and making sacrifices whenever able.

My lighthouse is such a guiding force,
Guiding me toward the correct turns, in the road to follow love’s course.

My lighthouse is stability, helping to steady me in its hold,
Never letting me go, a safe haven for me to live like gold.

My lighthouse guides me at night in my dreams,
Helping me follow all aspirations, always on my team.

My lighthouse is the light in my vision,
Helping to show clarity in all that’s been.

My lighthouse is my security always,
Keeping me safe and under a watchful light, in any unknown doorway.

My lighthouse stays ever steady in its love;
I’m always looking for its guiding light above.
For KRP ♥️my ❤️ Love
Give me your fear, I can be brave for you.

Give me your doubt, I can be confident for you.

Give me your weakness, I can be strong.
Haven't been able to post as much as I'd like to. :/
I hope you enjoy this one though.
AllyRose Dec 2024
Things are getting out of hand.
Peace is no where to be found.
I'm tired of contemplating,
And trying to understand,
What can't be comprehended.
My sanity fell into a
Haystack of needles.

In order to reclaim it
I will have to bleed.
There are no easy answers.
Yet answers are what I need.
How can I make amends
When I still don't understand
Who I'm supposed to be?

This story is a difficult one to tell.
Especially when it comes
To telling it well from start to finish.
And in order to do so
I need to remove myself
From this diseased prison cell.
Then maybe I will find
The redemption I long for
And lift this evil spell.

Then maybe I’ll be reborn
From the ashes of myself
vil Dec 2024
be strong as a supernova they say,
glow bright,
excel through the endless night,
yet, even stars, in their final hour,
fade into murk, losing their radiancy.
replaced by the suns power.
bro ive had enough of people being like dawg you can go through this be strong they say it like its easy to just forget everything and move on like bro no it does not work that way.
Ronoh Tarus Dec 2024
When the background fades yours will be the face i see
When the sun sets and lights out yours will be the giggle i hear
When the world wears me down in a warm hug yours will the i heartbeat i feel
When everyone deserts me yours will the hand i reach
These are the dreams of a yearning heart and a broken soul
I'll wipe the tear of one eye for they are only dreams
Ariannah Nov 2024
Sadness, tears of water
Can't I just make them go faster

Tension, no words
Holding back emotions
Hidden in a secret place
Unfortunately, they always escape

But they're not real
And they don't exist
Yet I can't help, I always miss
Your voice, making me feel
Like the happiest girl that's ever been

Yet I cry and cry
Waiting for you to see the pain through my eye
But then I remember
That I'll never get better

And that I'm always the one to cry
I'm always the one to ask why
Just because I'm always the one to say goodbye

When I'm no longer in control
I always tend to hold
Onto the empty space where you used to be
With a strong, painful pain piercing right through me
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