#growthjourney
Prayers help you build—
belief, not dreams;
confidence, not careers;
calmness, not success.
Prayers ask for an honest heart,
but dreams require consistency,
discipline, and hard work.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 7:46 AM UTC
Some days
The mountain feels impossible.
Too steep.
Too far.
Too heavy on your shoulders.
You look up
And the top feels like a dream
You’ll never reach.
But here’s the truth.
Nobody climbs a mountain
In one step.
They climb it
Step
by
step.
One decision.
One effort.
One moment of courage at a time.
You don’t need to see the whole path.
You just need the strength
To take the next step.
Even when your legs shake.
Even when your mind doubts.
Even when the world says
“Turn back.”
Because the climb
Is what builds you.
Every scar
Every struggle
Every moment you almost quit
Is shaping the person
Who will stand at the top.
So breathe.
Look forward.
And take
one
more
step.
Keep telling yourself one more step
until you get to your destination.
— Itz_All_True ✍🏽🔥
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 9:05 AM UTC
Born from my shadow, not from the radiant sun,
Are the notes I sing, my vibrant pulse.
From that old fear, which made me tremble,
Sprouts the seed of a new song.
Each phantom that dwells at my temple,
Each ancient shadow that tells me "no,"
becomes the ink, the ember, the ground,
for the blank canvas that has finally found its voice.
I do not hide the wound, nor quench the terror.
I look it in the eye, I invite it to my table.
It is the fire that forges the sculptor.
Transforms anguish into a vital promise.
Oh, profound night in which I was imprisoned!
Today you are the guide, the map, the boundary.
I transform the burden into steady flight,
And personal fear teaches me how to live.
Let the monster not be silent; let it be my engine.
Let the ancient doubt propel me to create.
Because in every crack a flower hides,
And my own shadow teaches me to dream.
©️ María Gallardo
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 4:20 AM UTC
I never lost faith in love, I was just scared
All around me I felt the loss in the air
The spring always baffled me;
For the winter was never there
In the basket of life, I felt the dread drawing near
The anticipation was vexing for a simple guy lying bare
I lost touch with my hobbies
I lost touch with my buddies
I lost being that funny guy
Who spoke so angelic; Truly Euphoric with a good sense of that comedic relief
I lost….
Lost the confidence, lost being the player
Lost my patience and a head full of loose screws
Time healed the wound but what about the ruse?
What about those sentiments? What about the bruise?
What about those promises? What about the cruise?
I was a little negligent but, what about you?
You talk about promises but all you do is ruse.
You talk about sentiments but all you do is refuse.
You talk about amendments but all you do is bruise.
You took away the sobriety and let it all loose
You took away the honesty and you took me for a fool
All I ever wanted I was to fall in love, thought you were the muse
I never lost faith in love, I just got used like a tool
-Asher Graves
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 10:44 PM UTC