Tag: long poem
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The Practice of Becoming: The Song Never Finished
I am still learning the lyrics, still practicing the melody, still discovering the harmony, still exploring the rhythm, still dancing to the music that plays through everything… I realize the song never finished. It simply handed the next verse to me.
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SHAPED BY STORMS: A meditation on becoming, breaking, surviving, softening, and shining
Beauty was never something I inherited; it was something I bled for, prayed for, fought through darkness for. Life did not hand me gentle beginnings— it carved me, chiseled me, taught me the language of survival before the language of love. And yet, somewhere between the breaking and the rebuilding, a new glow took shape—…
