Tag: Hope
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Thrum-thrum, thrum-thrum: The Heartbeat of Resilience
There is a rhythm beneath the surface of breaking, a percussion that plays when the world crumbles into dust between your fingers and you think this is the end. But listen—can you hear it? Thrum-thrum, thrum-thrum. The heartbeat of resilience drumming against your ribs like a caged bird refusing to surrender song. This profound exploration…
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Tomorrow Is a Compass Made of Salt
“Hope is not polite. It barges in with muddy feet and eats all your strawberries.” Life wrestles with doubt, collapse, and resilience in a dialogue that blurs the line between “I” and “You.” The mantra — “The sun will rise tomorrow, and I still have a chance” — becomes a lifeline stitched into surreal metaphors,…
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The Ones Who Knew How to Sing (a meditation in birdsong) #NaPoWriMo #24
In a world cluttered with noise and stories, birds remind us that healing doesn’t need a reason, and song doesn’t ask for silence to begin. A lyrical meditation on grief, hope, and the quiet courage of birdsong.
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Transient Tapestry: The Silence of Might-Have-Been #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
In the murmurs of half-remembered dreams and silent regrets, a timeless tapestry unfolds—whispering of a day when inaction reigned, only to yield a spark of courage and the promise of transformation.
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Resilience Wears Soft Shoes #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
A river of voices—braided into poetry that stumbles, dances, and rises through the silence. A poetic letter to the weary, the hopeful, and those quietly becoming. Resilience here is not loud—it’s soft, steady, sacred.
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A Flicker in the Crowd: The Stranger Who Set the Dark on Fire #poetry
A random encounter with a sock-wearing, pigeon-speaking stranger blooms into an unforgettable mosaic of hope, mystery, and rippling kindness. The boundaries dissolve—transforming a fleeting moment into a revolution of connection.
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Viscous Gel & Pixelated Ghosts: A Pandemic Adaptation #poetry
The air, once a lung-filling expanse, now curdled, a viscous gel clinging to the edges of breath. Did you notice the shift? The subtle molecular rearrangement of fear? I did. My skin, a porous membrane, registered the change first. A prickling unease, like phantom static from a disconnected world.” (Alternatively, a more fragmented excerpt): “Screen…
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The Shape of Us #poetry
Love sways, fear locks, anger cracks, loneliness tilts, and hope stretches. If emotions took shape, would they hold or break?
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Tides of an Unfinished Eternity
She was a wave before she knew she had a name—rising, folding, collapsing into herself, a quiet violence, a borrowed echo. The sea does not call the waves its children, yet they return, again, again, a thousand whispers dying before they reach the shore…
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Echoes for Tomorrow: A Poetic Legacy for Future Generations #WriteAPageADay #1100
I will not be here to see what remains, but I will leave echoes stitched into the fabric of things too quiet to notice—a lullaby, a bridge, a lesson whispered in the dark. Let them inherit not just the world I shaped, but the tools to shape it anew.
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