LIVE AWAKE==========Do not say life is empty, dim, or still,Like a screen gone dark before the day.A heart that sleeps forgets its power and will,Like a locked room where light is kept away. Life is not built of laughter or of tears,But of brave steps taken, small yet true.Each dawn should leave us taller than our […]
Rain Is Not the Sky My heart breaks loud as thunder without rain,A storm trapped, beating hard against my chest;Grief drapes the sky in ash and ironed pain,And light feels like a rumour, long suppressed. Yet sorrow walks a road all souls have known,Like rivers learning loss as they descend;Each life must taste the salt
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Is This Love, or Is My Heart Dreaming? I am learning how a heart can shiver with wanting,carry storms in its chambers,and let no one hear the thunder. I love you in the space between heartbeats,a secret breathing under my skin,aching to rise to my lips,yet choosing to remain mine. You have never said you
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The Day I Opened the Cocoon There is a small moment from my life that never left me. One quiet morning, I was sitting alone in my garden. The sun had not yet grown sharp. The air still carried the softness of dawn. Everything felt unhurried. That was when I noticed a butterfly struggling
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The Art of Silence Words are arrows, sleeping in a restless quiver,The wise hand knows which to lose, which to leave untouched.Silence, too, has a grammar,A pause that saves a truth from becoming a wound. Not every thought deserves the light of a tongue;Some ripen only when kept in the dark of restraint.Courage rises not
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I Walk in The Rain I choose the rain on purpose. It understands me. It knows how to fall without asking why. When clouds open their quiet mouths, I step outside, Not to be brave, But to be unseen. The rain gives me permission. It blurs the borders of my face, Teaches my
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This life. Fully lived. Deeply enough I choose to live while I am still here.Not halfway. Not carefully.But fully-With my hands open to everything life dares to place in them. I taste the days as they come.I care for my body as a borrowed miracle.I hold my friends close, knowing laughter is a form of
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I sent you my sonNot with anger,Not with hate,But with hope carefully folded into his bag. I gave the nation my blessings,My prayers, and the quiet courage of a mother,Who learns to smile while her heart shakes. I offered more than flags and slogans.I offered sleepless nights,Countless goodbyes,And the child who once slept on my
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This essay humorously explores foolishness as a universal human condition, showing how ignorance, context, and time often turn yesterday’s certainty into today’s embarrassment. Through wit and relatable examples, it reveals that wisdom is not the absence of foolishness, but the ability to grow from it.
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When Goodbye Refused to End The pain of departure is a sunset that forgets to go dark,A moment ended, yet glowing inside me like a hidden ember.We leave like rivers torn from their banks, still tasting the shore,A part of us reaching back, like a hand refusing the night. Goodbye arrives soft as breath on
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