Tag: reflection
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The Year I Began Again: What Positive Events Have Taken Place in My Life Over the Past Year?
I didn’t find miracles this year— only pauses that felt like prayers, light resting softly on walls, and moments so ordinary they turned into grace. #FreeVersePoetry #HealingThroughWords #YearInReflection #PersonalGrowth #MindfulLiving #GratitudeJourney #PoeticReflection #SelfDiscovery #InnerPeace #TransformationPoetry
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When People Give Advice, Always Look at Whether It Has Worked for Them
Advice is easy to give, but rarely easy to live. In this long free verse reflection, the poet explores the quiet irony behind human wisdom — how people speak from wounds, from hope, or from habits they haven’t yet broken. It’s a poem about discernment — about listening not to the words, but to the…
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The Most Unexpected Teacher #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
A lyrical meditation on how life’s quietest moments, deepest heartbreaks, and silences become our truest teachers. This free verse poem explores the unseen classrooms of existence where grief, time, and solitude reveal lessons no mentor ever could. #FreeVerse #LifePoetry #PersonalGrowth #UnexpectedTeacher #Reflection #Mindfulness #EmotionalWisdom #PoeticJourney #SelfDiscovery #LifeLessons
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The Hardest Goodbye: Lessons from Losing What Stayed Within #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
A quiet meditation on parting, this free verse poem explores how the hardest goodbye isn’t always to a person—but to the version of ourselves that existed beside them. As grief softens into understanding, the poem unfolds as a journey from silence to self-acceptance, revealing how love, even in farewell, continues to teach us how to…
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Failure’s Hidden Door: A Dialogue Across Time #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
I stand here in the afterglow, the soft light spilling over rubble I once called ruin, an echo of a time when failure carved its name into my days— a time when the ground beneath me gave way and left me breathless, raw, unsure. This poem explores the transformative power of failure as a hidden…
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In the Shadow of Stillness: Highlights from My Autobiography I Would Like to Mention #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
Even scars become lanterns when you choose their quiet light, and acceptance is no thunderous arrival— but the soft dust settling after a storm.Sometimes survival is small: a meal alone without apology, an evening listening to rain spindle against glass— where darkness is not punishment, but presence, an invitation to know the self beneath all…
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Those Years Must Have Been Really Challenging
The earth seems to be spinning faster these days— you can feel it too, can’t you? Hours slip through our fingers like dry sand we were once foolish enough to try catching in the wind.We are running for time now, not with it. The pact we made in our youth— to balance ambition against peace—…
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Let’s Meet Again, Like Drops Meet Drops
A lyrical meditation on reunion, memory, and timeless connection — let’s flow between nostalgia and renewal, exploring what it means to meet again after being lost in time. Like raindrops merging in quiet grace, it speaks of rediscovery, forgiveness, and the beauty of presence beyond words. #Poetry #LetUsMeetAgain #DropsOfRain #LoveAndLonging #Nostalgia #MindfulMoments #EmotionalWriting #TimelessConnection #PoeticSoul…
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What Would I Do If I Lost All My Possessions?: When Nothing Is Mine
What remains when all possessions vanish — tracing the quiet beauty, fear, and freedom that emerge from complete loss. Let’s unravel the meaning of ownership, identity, and inner awakening in the void of material things. #Poetry #Minimalism #Mindfulness #SelfDiscovery #SpiritualAwakening #LettingGo #PoeticReflection #InnerPeace #LifeLessons
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The Quiet Triumph of Staying #QuietMoments
He no longer chases completeness, but learns to honor the spaces where sorrow and grace coexist. In each breath, in each silent ritual, he rediscovers the tenderness that never truly left him. There’s no grand declaration, only the quiet vow to remain open—to pain, to beauty, to life itself.
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