I am Strong

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I am strong, a fortress of resilience
Forged in fires of adversity.
My spirit, unyielding, resolute,
Stands tall against the fiercest storms,
Knowing within me resides an indomitable will.

I will prevail, surrender not an option.
Each challenge faced, each obstacle overcome,
Strengthens my resolve, propels me forward,
On the path to victory. I am a testament
To persistence, triumph over tribulation.

I am powerful, not just physical might,
But in the boundless energy of my being.
My thoughts are sparks that ignite change,
My actions ripple effects that reshape my world.
I am a force of nature, orchestrating transformation.

My words can move mountains,
Imbued with conviction and purpose.
Architects of dreams, catalysts for action,
Capable of grandest endeavors,
Shifting stubborn landscapes of thought.

My words can tear people down,
A sobering reminder of immense responsibility.
The power to wound, a shadow lurking,
Ever conscious of its presence.

I choose to lift them up. This is my solemn vow,
My guiding principle. To use my voice,
My language, not to diminish, but to elevate;
Not to destroy, but to construct; not to break, but to mend.
My words will be a beacon of hope, a chorus of encouragement.

I am strong, a vibrant tapestry
Woven with threads of courage and grace.
My heart beats with the rhythm of endurance,
My mind shines with clarity of purpose.
I am a survivor, a thriver, strength blossoming within.

I am loved, enveloped in an embrace
Of warmth and affection, fueling spirit, anchoring soul.
This love, a precious gift, a sanctuary and a springboard,
Empowering me to reach for stars,
And share my own light with the world.

I am beautiful, not by fleeting outward standards,
But by intrinsic radiance of character,
Depth of empathy, purity of intentions.
My beauty emanates from within,
A vibrant glow that touches all who encounter it.

My words can move mountains,
Echoes of deepest convictions,
Reverberating with strength of beliefs.
Instruments of change, shaping perceptions,
Igniting passions, inspiring monumental shifts.

My words can tear people down,
A stark reminder of delicate balance,
Between influence and harm.
The potential for devastation lies
Within the very same tool that can build.

I choose to lift them up.
This is my unwavering commitment,
Etched into the very fabric of my being.
To channel the power of my words towards upliftment,
To wield them as tools of empowerment,
To sow seeds of kindness and understanding.
My voice will be a source of strength,
A comfort to the weary, a testament
To the transformative power of compassionate communication.

Poetry Prompt

I miss you, friends, across the miles,
I miss your laughter, smiles, your tales.
I miss our talks, our games, our fun,
I miss the way we used to run.

I miss the way you made me smile,
I miss the way you made me feel.
I miss the way you always knew
How to make me laugh and do.

I miss you when I'm all alone,
I miss you when I'm feeling down.
I miss you all the time, you know,
I miss you more than words can show.

Overwhelming Fear, Irrational Thoughts

Overwhelming fear, irrational thoughts
Like a weight on my chest.
It pushes me down, suffocating my heart,
It sits like a boulder covering my chest. 
I can’t move it, as I hear my heart pounding in my chest. 
Louder and louder, it gets, as it blocks all other thoughts out.

Irrational thoughts and fears.
It squeezes my lungs making my breathing ragged.
Like a hand wrapped around my throat.
I gasp for air trying to scream but nothing comes out

My breathing is ragged.
My thoughts deceive me.
That is all I can think about.
That worry, that fear, it all consumes me. 

A sense of urgency,
A sense of regret.
How did I mess things up so badly?
My thoughts go to the worst things possible.

Overwhelming fear, Irrational thoughts, 
Can’t focus, can’t think.
Overwhelming fear, Irrational thoughts




Poetry Prompt Wednesday #5

Poetry Prompt Wednesday

Think of the phrase “A fork in the road.” What if there was literally a fork in the road? What would it look like? Why would it be there? Or write about a time when you had to make a decision that was “A fork in the road.”

Poetry Prompt #4

And then write a poem using them as the main focus!