“A Part of Me Died”
It didn’t kill me, but something changed,
A piece of me lost, forever estranged.
I walked away, yet not the same,
A shadowed soul, a quiet flame.
That day took part of who I was,
Left me searching, without cause.
I carry on, but feel the void,
A heart once whole, now destroyed.
It didn’t end me, but I’m not whole—
An echo remains, deep in my soul.
I’m here, I breathe, but truth denied—
A part of me, that day, quietly died.
Art – Deep at the End by Jennifer Jenesko
A Heavy Heart
You think she’s angry, but you don’t see,
The weight she carries silently.
It’s not the rage that fills her eyes,
But tiredness in a thin disguise.
She’s not furious, but worn and torn,
From dreams abandoned, hopes forlorn.
She’s tired, she’s weary, she’s feeling lost,
Paying life’s relentless cost.
She’s sinking deep in a sea of doubt,
Crying softly, without a shout.
Frustration builds, but not from hate
It’s the closed doors, the heavy weight.
She promised much, her dreams were bright,
But now she battles every night.
She wants to give, to rise, to shine,
But life’s harsh currents pull the line.
So when you see her weary stare,
Know it’s not anger, but despair.
She’s fighting hard to find her way,
Hoping tomorrow’s a kinder day.🥀🌷
Christina Stewart
Some people appear in your life when you need them most.
They love you and lift you up, reminding you of the best, even when you’re going through the worst.
These people are not just friends,
they are Earth angels ..
Anna G. Taylor 🪽
Artist Credit: Elaine Bayley
That is how my ancestors would have said it. In the midst of all this turmoil and confusion, when we cannot clearly see the path before us, when we feel trapped in a situation we cannot control, then I believe the wise elders of my holy heritage would climb to the high place of the heart, draw the circle of reason and faith around them, and stand to sing their prayers into the open sky of the history to come.
They would not shrink into a corner afraid, but rise up to catch the first light of what was coming into being all around them.
We are living in a time of emergence.
We are the witnesses to a great renewal.
The world is full of the fear of birth and change, but that transformation will one day be our blessing.
Do not be afraid, but be believing.
Come to the place where the ancestors are already standing.
Come and see.
Something sacred is coming this way.
~ The Right Reverend Steven Charleston, Choctaw
Art by Ioyan Mani
via: Rivers in the Ocean
Sometimes, when everything gets too overwhelming, I just shut myself off.
I ignore the calls, let the messages sit unread, and retreat to a place where I can just be alone. It’s not about running away from anyone – it’s about giving myself space to breathe. There’s a strange comfort in stepping back from the world, letting myself sit in the quiet, and just feeling whatever I need to feel without explaining it to anyone.
I think we all have days like that – when even the smallest noise feels like too much. So I let myself turn it all down. I take time to sort through my own thoughts, to just sit with what’s weighing on me.
It’s not easy, but sometimes, facing it alone brings a kind of calm that nothing else can. And slowly, piece by piece, I find my way back to myself, a little stronger, a little clearer.
~ Lj Blossoms, Writer’s Blossoms
~ Art by Lucy Almey Bird
“sometimes the love of your life isn’t really the love of your life. sometimes you think you belong to someone to only discover that some where down the line you don’t. sometimes that person is only there to prepare you for someone great, for someone different and someone you were born for. Sometimes you think it’s the end of the world to only find out that it is really the beginning. sometimes old things teach you new things and sometimes new things mean nothing at all. Sometimes the past gives you the strength to face the future and sometimes the future is brighter than you think it is. sometimes when you know think you know, it only means you know nothing at all. sometimes you arrive to only find out you’ve never even left to begin with. sometimes what you love isn’t good for you and sometimes what’s bad heals you in ways you’d never imagine. sometimes when you fall you fly and sometimes when you break you’re gathering yourself back together again. sometimes mistakes don’t teach you much and sometimes a book holds revelations too hard to ignore. sometimes there’s so much in you that you don’t know where to begin and sometimes when you finally begin it feels as if it is too late. sometimes you love the wrong people while other times the wrong people bring you peace. and last but not least, sometimes you have to let go and free yourself in order to begin all over again.”
-r. m. drake
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