#staying
She is the woman who gives her all,
Not only to her children,
but to her family,
her friends,
her neighbors,
her community
to anyone whose heart needs shelter.
She carries love like sunlight,
spreading warmth without measure,
offering pieces of herself
to brighten the lives of others.
Her embrace is a sanctuary,
her words a comfort,
her presence a healing balm
for wounds she never created.
She nurtures dreams,
mends broken spirits,
celebrates victories,
and stands beside sorrow
as if it were her own.
Yet behind the kindness,
behind the laughter that fills every room,
lives a quiet ache.
For she has learned
to smile through storms,
to laugh through tears,
to hide the cracks
beneath a face the world calls strong.
She listens to everyone's pain,
while her own remains unspoken.
She lifts others from the ground,
while secretly wondering
who might reach down
and lift her.
At night,
when the noise of the world grows silent,
she gathers the scattered pieces of herself,
trying to mend what life has broken,
trying to heal wounds
that no one seems to notice.
Still, when morning comes,
she rises.
She paints courage across her face,
wears resilience like armor,
and steps into another day
with grace that few could ever understand.
But even the strongest hearts
long to be held.
Even the giver
dreams of receiving.
She wishes for someone
who sees beyond the smile,
beyond the jokes,
beyond the strength she wears so faithfully.
Someone who will sit beside her pain,
not rush it away.
Someone who will whisper,
"You don't have to carry this alone."
Someone who will remind her
that she is worthy of the same love
she so freely gives.
And perhaps one day,
when her weary soul has carried enough,
she will discover that rescue
does not arrive as a grand gesture
It arrives as understanding,
as patience,
as a hand that refuses to let go.
And in that moment,
the woman who spent her life
healing everyone else
will finally begin to heal herself.
For she was never meant
to pour from an empty cup.
She was meant to be loved,
deeply and completely,
just as she has loved the world.
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 1:32 AM UTC
She entered this world with questions unspoken,
A tender heart carrying wounds not yet known.
Two hands that should have held her forever
Let go too soon, and she faced life alone.
Abandonment whispered its sorrowful stories,
Etching deep valleys where trust used to grow.
Yet even in darkness, a spark stayed alive—
A quiet strength only survivors can know.
At sixteen, a child with children to nurture,
The weight of the world resting softly on her.
While others were dreaming, she answered life's calling,
Determined her babies would never endure
The loneliness she had carried for years,
The ache of feeling forgotten and small.
She poured out her heart in a thousand sacrifices,
Giving her all, and then giving her all.
She traded her comfort for moments of guidance,
Her wants for their needs, her rest for their peace.
She built them a home from courage and kindness,
A place where old cycles could finally cease.
The curse that had traveled through branches of family,
Through generations of hurt and despair,
Met its ending in one brave and beautiful woman
Who chose love each day and planted it there.
She became what she needed when she was a child,
A refuge, a shelter, a light in the storm.
And though life had tested her over and over,
It never could break what was steadfast and warm.
Now she stands grateful for all she has conquered,
For every hard lesson that helped her to grow.
Not because the journey was easy or painless,
But because of the strength she discovered below.
She looks in the mirror with honor and wonder,
Not seeing the girl who was left behind,
But a woman of grace, resilience, and purpose—
A masterpiece shaped by a powerful mind.
Forever grateful for who she has become,
Beyond honored by the person she is today,
She carries her story not as a burden,
But as proof that love can rewrite any way.
For she did more than survive what was given—
She transformed pain into something profound.
And because of her courage, her children will flourish
On ground where new beginnings are found.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 3:26 PM UTC
In the quiet glow of morning light,
I rise with hope, my spirit bright.
No shadow speaks more loud than me,
For I am whole, and I am free.
I love myself with open grace,
Every scar and every trace.
The heart I carry, soft yet strong,
Has known its truth all along.
I am worthy of gentle days,
Of honest love and endless praise.
Not because I must compete,
But simply because my soul is complete.
I am beautiful, deeply so,
Like rivers that endlessly flow.
Not bound by mirrors, trends, or eyes,
But by the fire that lives inside.
My voice matters, clear and true,
My dreams deserve the morning dew.
Each step I take, though small it seems,
Builds the bridge toward all my dreams.
I am capable, fierce and wise,
A phoenix born to touch the skies.
Through every challenge, rise, and fall,
I find the strength to face it all.
And when the world feels cold or far,
I’ll remember exactly who I am
A soul of light, a heart untamed,
Forever worthy, unashamed.
So I will stand, both proud and kind,
With fearless hope within my mind.
For every day, in all I do,
I grow more radiant, brave, and true.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 9:07 AM UTC
He came in fragments
between cold jail walls
and promises spoken too easily,
“I’m coming this time,”
words that dissolved
like smoke in the wind.
Birth gave him,
my blood, my name in pieces,
but fatherhood was never found
in broken visits
or empty doorways
I waited beside for years.
I learned young
that disappointment has a sound,
the silence of a phone that never rings,
the ache of watching other daughters
held by the men
who never left them behind.
But then there was you.
Not tied to me by blood,
yet bound to me
by something far greater,
choice.
You stepped into the spaces
another man abandoned.
You poured love into every crack
he left behind.
You showed up.
Again and again.
You taught me strength
without hardness,
kindness without weakness,
how a woman should carry herself
with dignity, grace, and fire.
You became the steady voice
guiding me through storms,
the hands that lifted me
when life grew heavy,
the heart that never once
made me question
if I was worthy of love.
And even as your breath grew weary,
your love never did.
Until your final breath,
you remained
my protector,
my teacher,
my safe place,
my dad.
People say blood makes a family,
but they never knew a man like you.
Because real fathers
are not the ones who simply create life
they are the ones who stay,
who sacrifice,
who love without condition
until their very last heartbeat.
Nothing will ever break
the bond we built.
Not time.
Not death.
Not absence.
And for every lesson,
every embrace,
every moment you chose me
I will spend my life
forever grateful
for the man
who chose to be my father.
Thomas Elliott Jones
Sep 18th 1935- Feb 1, 2010
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 12:38 AM UTC
First came the emotional
the trembling truth beneath my smile,
the hidden fears I carried like folded letters,
the dreams I was afraid to name aloud,
the insecurities tucked behind practiced laughter.
And still, he stayed.
No judgment in his hands,
only the kind of listening
that makes a soul unclench.
There, trust was born.
Then came the spiritual
where our deeper selves reached for one another
beyond the noise of the world.
We spoke of purpose,
of what we believe waits beyond suffering,
of the values that anchor us
when life becomes stormwater and fire.
Our hearts recognized
the same sacred direction.
The intellectual came alive in long conversations
minds meeting with curiosity instead of pride.
We challenged one another gently,
turned questions into lanterns,
and built understanding from disagreement
without ever turning cruel.
With him, thinking felt intimate.
Then the experimental
the beautiful chaos of living side by side.
Roads traveled without certainty,
games played until midnight laughter,
hardships survived hand in hand.
We became witnesses
to each other’s becoming.
The kind of bond forged not only in joy,
but in surviving the unforgettable together.
the creative emerged
where imagination became shared language.
Building something neither of us
could have made alone.
Painting dreams into plans,
turning empty spaces into homes,
scattered ideas into meaning.
Learning the delicate art
of creating with another person
instead of merely beside them.
Long awaited arrived,
the physical
not merely passion,
but the quiet holiness of touch.
Fingers intertwined in silence,
foreheads resting together after difficult days,
arms becoming shelter.
A hug that softened grief.
A kiss that reminded us
we were alive and chosen.
Love moving through skin
like warmth through winter hands.
And somewhere between all these forms of closeness,
love ceased to be a feeling alone.
It became a living thing
woven from trust, belief, touch, thought, adventure, and creation
a quiet masterpiece
two souls agreed to keep building
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 3:55 PM UTC
Some days,
the heart remembers
what the soul has tried to outgrow.
Today was heavy
old wounds rose quietly
from the corners of childhood,
whispering stories of abandonment
I once believed were mine forever.
But this time,
I did not drown inside them.
I let the tears speak,
I let the ache breathe,
and somewhere between honesty and surrender,
peace found me again.
A sacred conversation,
soft as prayer,
wrapped around my spirit
like protection I had searched for
my entire life.
And in that moment,
love became more than emotion
it became safety.
Yesterday felt lighter.
I moved through joy without fear,
held by laughter, wonder,
and the quiet beauty of being alive.
I could feel something greater than myself
walking beside me,
reminding me
that I am worthy of a love story
filled with tenderness,
patience,
and a peace that does not leave.
Tomorrow,
I will return to myself again.
I will protect my inner calm,
deepen my spirit,
and trust the love surrounding me.
Because the future I long for
is already unfolding
written gently by divine hands,
living through me,
guiding every step
toward brighter days.
And so I keep envisioning
some days
days of healing,
days of becoming,
days where joy finally feels like home.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:43 AM UTC
A moment of reflection,
friends
and yet it has always been more profound than that.
I’m thrilled for your journey:
the way you spoke with conviction and clarity,
joy resonating in your voice as you spoke of her
admiration lifting you to new heights.
I am honored to witness it.
Still, an ache rises in my chest:
my heart swells, then sinks;
sorrow pours out as if decanting my soul into our shared dreams.
I had envisioned a future boundless, eternal
counting the moments we might have held, now only memory.
Sincerely, I’m grateful for our bond.
I will celebrate every triumph,
every breath,
every moment with you.
Pain is an understatement.
Yet even in the shattering,
my spirit remains unbroken
all in the blink of an eye.
You were the mirror to my journey.
I will carry that reflection forever, with a gentle heart.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:42 AM UTC
Today,
She chose what chooses her back
relationships that see her worth,
honor her presence,
and cherish the light she carries.
Today,
She poured her energy
into connections rooted in growth,
where respect blooms gently
and love is met with love.
Today,
She gave space to her emotions,
meeting life’s storms
not with fear,
but with resilience, grace,
and the quiet courage of self-care.
Today,
She recognized
that his ability to love deeply
is not a weakness to hide,
but a strength heaven placed within her,
a gift deserving of hands
that hold it with reverence.
Today,
She trusted the path before her,
believing that every step
is guided by something greater,
a divine purpose
revealing her worth,
her calling,
and the beauty of her becoming.
Today,
a new chapter opened.
Not by chance,
but by choice.
And with every step forward,
God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit
lit the road ahead,
turning uncertainty into faith,
pain into wisdom,
and change into rebirth.
Today is change.
Today is healing.
Today is the beginning
of who she was always meant to be.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:40 AM UTC
That feeling
when dawn breaks softly across the bed,
and beside you lies a life
you once called forever
woven with years,
with laughter fading into silence,
with children who carried your shared reflection,
with memories stacked carefully
like fragile glass on crowded shelves.
And yet, beneath it all,
your spirit gasps for air.
That feeling
when love no longer feels like shelter,
but a room without windows
when staying becomes its own kind of sorrow,
and the weight of “almost happy”
grows heavier than leaving.
So you rise.
Not because it is easy,
not because your heart is untouched,
but because somewhere inside you
a quiet voice still whispers:
You were meant for more than surviving.
That feeling
when you wake each morning exhausted by pretending,
knowing no amount of effort
can breathe life into something already gone
yet still discovering,
beneath the ache,
a strength fierce enough
to carry you toward tomorrow.
And then comes freedom.
Tender. Terrifying. Beautiful.
That feeling
when sadness and relief sit side by side
like old friends at sunrise,
when the air feels lighter in your lungs,
when endings stop sounding like failure
and begin sounding like mercy.
What once was a blessing
has completed its season.
And now, with trembling hands
and a healing heart,
you open yourself to the unknown
to mornings filled with peace,
to joy without apology,
to the quiet miracle
of beginning again.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:39 AM UTC
I envision a brighter tomorrow
a life unfolding in steady light,
rooted deep in faith,
alive with joy that does not flicker,
but burns with quiet certainty.
I envision myself walking forward
in step with purpose,
hands open, heart unshaken,
answering a calling written
beyond what fear can name
a life of meaning,
lived with unwavering passion.
I envision my loved ones
moving through days in gentle harmony,
where hatred finds no home,
and grace becomes the language we speak
each moment touched
by wisdom greater than our own.
I envision a world softened by understanding,
where peace is not a distant hope
but a living presence among us,
and where faith and love
no longer stand apart
but weave us together
in something vast and luminous.
I envision a reality of quiet wholeness
serenity in the ordinary,
wellness in body and spirit,
purpose in every breath and choice
each moment a testament
to what humanity can become
when it remembers its light.
I envision a future
brighter than certainty,
bolder than doubt,
more breathtaking than imagination allows.
I envision
and in that vision,
I begin.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:39 AM UTC
I am the mother of a child
the world may call extraordinary,
yet to me, he is simply
a living miracle wrapped in grace.
In the shadows of uncertainty,
I have discovered courage unshaken,
turning sorrow into sacred light,
and painful memories into beacons of hope.
The scent of hospitals,
the endless halls beneath fluorescent skies,
no longer whisper fear to my spirit
they stand instead as monuments
to the resilience my child carries within him.
Even the taste of hospital meals
has become a reminder
of the battles we have survived together,
with trembling hands, steadfast faith,
and hearts determined not to surrender.
I celebrate milestones
the world may overlook
the smallest movements forward
that feel like mountains conquered.
I marvel at his voice,
though it may not shape words
the way others expect.
His sounds are poetry to me,
creative expressions of thoughts
too beautiful for ordinary language.
I treasure every precious moment
every attempt to stand,
every reach toward independence,
every quiet victory
earned through relentless perseverance.
This journey is built upon small triumphs:
from learning to feed himself
to the courage of mastering what once felt impossible.
Each step forward is a declaration
of the strength he carries within him,
the power of learning how.
Though tubes, probes, IVs, and monitors
may weave themselves into his story,
they will never define his soul.
Beyond every surgery,
every medication,
every battle with epilepsy,
there is a light no illness can diminish.
And through it all,
I find strength in God’s unwavering presence,
held together by faith,
by resilience,
and by the boundless power of love
alive within us both.
Being a special needs mother
is not an easy calling
it is exhausting, heartbreaking,
and filled with sleepless nights
spent surviving one moment at a time.
Yet somehow, amid the worry,
joy still blooms.
Triumph still rises.
Love still speaks in ways
words could never fully capture.
This life is not simple,
but it is ours.
And together,
we are writing our story
with courage, strength, and hope.
Our blessing.
Our miracle.
Our Messiah. 💜
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:37 AM UTC
I am a wilting flower
Who awaits these long hours
For my Sun to return
So that I may bloom again –
But He has been away
For quite some time.
I hope to see Him soon –
And not only through
The bright side of the Moon –
Remind me of Your warmth, my Day Star –
For it has been cold here
For quite some time.
I hear the constellations speak Your name –
They wonder where You’ve gone –
I wonder if the other planets
Have called upon You
To shine on them, too?
I would follow after You,
If only I could –
But these roots of mine
Do me no good
In following after your Brilliance –
For they were not created
For light chasing –
But to remain
Steadfast –
So, tell me the Truth,
My dear –
And do not tell it
Slant –
How I should continue
To grow here without You?
My Sun –
In my waking dreams,
Your luminescent beams
So majestically shone –
Are all I long to see –
So, again, if I may query –
Will You be there
When I wake?
I ask for my own sake –
For I am a selfish flower
Who so longs for the hour
That she may see You
Again.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 1:58 PM UTC
The men chuckle lightly, almost insinuating a secret.
Their eyes dart one to another, and I know this at least:
the men are horrible at keeping secrets.
“Why do you all chuckle?” I ask with complete and utter resolve.
Again, all their eyes darted to one another.
They dart back mainly at the Captain.
So I darted my eyes to see this secret message.
His eyes are dark, moody, all seriousness.
The message is unclear to me, yet instant for them.
Wind starts to pick up. The dry air swirls for mere seconds, dissolving into a broiling heat, contained in this valley.
High hills, and dry stretches bake us into a frenzy.
The men start to holler and yelp, as they do.
They all run to the pond. It is a very large pond.
There is another larger one behind the Barn as well.
These ponds were fashioned out of the earth by years of the non evolving men who claim stakes to this land.
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 4:37 PM UTC
She told me,
To think about leaving,
About grieving.
I didn't want to think,
But she needed it,
Although I knew my answer,
She needed it.
She cried,
Bawling on the phone that night,
All I could do was think,
Think about how it would be,
If it wasn't you and me.
It would be bad,
Something I didn't want,
This is the best for me,
Please stay babe.
Nothing is a scary,
As hanging on the brink,
When you can't tell if the rope is fraying.
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC
Sometime long ago
Back before time had it's day
Before wind had a way
Before there was anything there to say
I regret deciding to stay
©2024
Jun 4, 2024
Jun 4, 2024 at 6:55 PM UTC
After leaving I thought I knew it all,
and that’s the worst part.
Because all I ever wanted was silence
but now the silence pierces
like a dart.
And I thought I was strong to walk away
from ruins- but tell me,
does it take more strength
to walk or build, in all honesty?
And all the words I chanted to my heart
are the opposite of what I now croak
from the bottom of an empty bottle,
from the hollow of my soul,
from the redness of my eyes,
from the fullness of my mind
and every ounce of my wit
now only proclaims,
you made me a hypocrite.
hypocrite | shevaun stonem
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
Staying up late til the light comes back
My mind’s on **** I should’ve kept in the past
I wish my mind and eyes could finally match
My brain feels dark, wish my sight was black
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 8:26 AM UTC
Staying single
is a loneliness,
I tried to,
but,
I can't resist.
I want to marry
Someone with
a green face and
white clothe,
she is someone
with a giant smile
and, behaving
bravely.
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
To my dear friend,
We go along with crazy ideas
And do mischief with impish glee
Put up with worst moods
Do magics to make tears flee
You stayed as my 'mirror n shadow'
When others left me so easily
I would fear nothing
When you are with me
I promise to stay true
Till the bitter end of the sea(s)
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:51 AM UTC
When I try to hold on to a lovely present
its gift disappears.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 12:56 PM UTC
People talk about near-death experiences
and I feel like me almost staying with you was one.
Like me settling, saying 'fine, this is fine'
whilst my heart cried for more,
that was definitely one.
And it feels like I've just made it out alive,
my heart bleeding, my mind a mess
and my arms so tired from carrying you
but still, I made it.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 7:02 PM UTC
Dating you always seemed like we were holding hands at first.
Tightly gripped and firm.
Then you started to loosen your grip and I held mine in place.
Still tightly gripped and firm.
Over time...your hand started slipping from mine and I still held on.
Until that night...when you finally yanked your hand away from mine.
Now I hold my own hand...in a fist.
Tightly gripped and firm.
Waiting to punch you in the throat.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC
I'm camping inside, I swear
The outside is such a mess everywhere
Wild creatures with guns and strict order
Supplies won't last; this will get much harder
I need to go out to refreshen and restock
But the world outside doesn't need the flock
It is peaceful, clean, ******* heaven without us
Once this is over, we'll ruin it by creating a messy fuzz
Maybe it isn't that bad to stay here instead of anywhere
I'll stay here even after this is over, I swear
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 6:01 AM UTC
leaves fall
Leaving the roots, the trunk, branches
Slow, delicate Journey
Towards the destination; their purpose
Some are here to stay
Some scatter away
Yellow leaves
Filling up with streaks of brown
Venom spreading through veins
They fall again
No more hint of color
No freshness
Until there’s nothing left but
Brown rust and stiffness
Leaves they fall
Returning to the roots
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
The secret to staying clean is stay away from ALL influences
As an artist I often turned to mind-altering substances to spark creativity
Knowing that inspiration is already hidden inside you somewhere is a great reason to stay above the influence
To keep sober you must rewrite every page
The script of your life
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC