Tag: Transformation
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I Ate the Lightning: The Risk I Took That Set Me Free (A Meditation on Risk, Regret, and Becoming) #poetry
In a world that demands obedience, the most radical risk is unbecoming the version of yourself built for approval. This poem is a fierce, introspective odyssey into choosing truth over comfort, fire over silence, and liberation over belonging. A testimony for anyone standing at the edge of their own becoming.
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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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Driftwood Echoes #poetry #BlogchatterA2Z
The echoes linger. The silence persists. And yet, the heart beats on—scarred, but wiser. A story concludes not with forgetting, but with the grace of remembering, and the courage to begin again.
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Kintsugi: The Art of Loving, Living, and Mending Through Time #poetry
We are not what we were before the breaking. Love, life, and time have cracked us, reshaped us, but in every fracture, there is gold. This is the art of Kintsugi—of mending without erasure, of honoring scars, of finding beauty in what was once broken. A poetic journey through then, now, you, me, our relationship,…
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The Art of Unbecoming: A Poetic Journey Through Letting Go and Transformation #poetry
Erase the childhood laughter that doesn’t fit the narrative. Erase the promises made at dusk when the world seemed possible. But some things resist erasure—like the way rain insists on falling, like the way an unfinished song hums in the walls of an empty room. What remains after everything is erased? What grows in the…
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The Unopened Hands of a Restless Mind
Life offers its gifts in whispers, but a restless mind cannot hear. This poem explores the struggle of accepting life’s offerings, the weight of doubt, and the art of unfolding into presence.
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I am not stone, not river, not fire, not sky—yet I echo in all of them. Truth unravels in my hands, yesterday burns to smoke, tomorrow opens like a door. Nothing owns me, yet I breathe forward. Again, again, I become.
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Fracture Hymn: The Beauty of Breaking and Healing #W3Prompt
Broke once. Broke twice. Screamed into the hollow of myself, but the echoes stitched me back.
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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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