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There are days the world feels distant,
like you’re walking underwater.
Thoughts echo in strange directions,
and everything takes effort.
But even then, your health holds on
in the smallest acts of staying.
You’re still here, still trying,
and that is its own kind of grace.
It is time to gear up for action
Not sitting back and doing nothing
Make your dreams a reality, my friend
Experience life to the fullest
for you will never know when it will be your last
So, step boldly into the path ahead,
Trust the fire that lives within you,
And let today be the start of everything.
Word of the Day Challenge 2/15/26
I tried to hook up
With a moment of calm today—
It flirted, then fled.
You had the benefit of the doubt,
a gift I gave without question.
I thought kindness could rewrite you,
thought patience could shift the truth.
But some stories don’t change,
and some hearts don’t open—
no matter how gently they’re held.
We need to compromise for a change to happen—
not someday, not later,
but now,
before stubbornness cements the ground
we’re trying to grow from,
before silence becomes the only thing
we have left to share.
For a brief moment in time, I believed in you.
Now I see the truth—
I was only a tool
for getting what you wanted.
You played me for a fool.
Clipping to save money, not time
Over‑priced items causing a money shortage
Under‑paid individuals struggling
Pinching pennies like it’s a competitive sport
Only to watch prices jump again tomorrow
Not that anyone raising them seems concerned
Distance is needed,
like air between notes of a song—
space to breathe, to grow strong.
It’s the quiet pause after laughter,
the gentle hush before dawn.
Distance is needed,
not absence, but room for the heart
to remember why it belongs.
With time and space, love deepens—
like roots stretching underground,
reaching for water, reaching for light,
returning, always, to where it feels right.
What is the standard
that you live by—
the one you preach aloud,
or the one you follow
when no one is watching.
Profanity cracks
through the calm of my own mind,
truth with jagged edges.
In the springtime breeze,
Fragrance of cherry blooms,
Delicate whispers,
Nature’s gentle embrace found,
Moments linger, softly held.
Paint the town any color
Be who you want to be,
Let no one stop you.
Chase your dreams like stars that shine,
Dance through life, let your heart align.
With every step, let joy unfold,
In a world of colors, bright and bold.
I am not a charity case
where you can do what you please with.
See me as my own person
who has feelings and thoughts of my own.
I have dreams that I cherish,
And hopes that ignite my soul,
Respect my journey, my choices,
For I am striving to be whole.
Amid the shadows of time’s embrace,
Nature whispers tales of a forgotten place.
Carved in stone, stories old as the sun,
In every heartbeat, the echoes run.
Eternal wisdom in the winds that blow,
Nurturing the roots of what we now know.
Treasures of history, forever they’ll gleam.
You are not my dealer, my heart’s little guide,
Step back and be free, let your own self decide.
Control your own feelings, let them flow and roam,
Find your own way, create your own home.
Don’t sell me your sorrow, or joy wrapped in fear,
I need my own colors, my heart’s voice to hear.
So walk on your path, let your spirit take flight,
I’ll walk on my journey, and I’ll find my own light.
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