A Silent Farewell

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A Silent Farewell

I hide myself away, retreating from the world’s harsh light,
To hide from those I fear, the shadows that invade the night.
The whispers and the judging eyes, they pierce me to the core,
So I draw the curtains closed, and lock the heavy door.
I hide myself away, within this solitary keep,
A silent farewell for now, while deeper secrets sleep.

The silence of this self-made cell becomes a heavy shroud,
I cried myself to sleep, a soundless weeping in the crowd.
To hide and weep, my body shaking with the strain,
To hide and weep, to wash away the bitter, throbbing pain.
Each tear a wasted moment, falling in the deep,
As promises I couldn’t keep haunt me while I sleep.

A sharp regret now cuts the air: Why did I waste so much time?
Consumed by baseless fear, an unforgivable, self-made crime.
To fear what they say, the empty words that hold no weight,
To let their careless judgments seal my solitary fate.
I should have stood defiant, met their gaze with fiery pride,
But cowardice took hold, and left me here to hide.

Again, the darkness calls me down, the cycle starts anew,
I cried myself to sleep, until the morning filtered through.
To hide and weep, a ritual of sorrow and despair,
To hide and weep, a burden that my heart can barely bear.
This isolation is a monster, feeding on my will,
A self-imposed exile upon this lonely, silent hill.

But then a whisper rises, fragile yet defined,
A voice that speaks of freedom, leaving fear behind.
Open the doors, let sunlight flood the dust and gloom,
And hide no more, escape this cold and empty room.
Open the doors, the hinges squeak with long disuse,
And hide no more, relinquish every weak excuse.
The world awaits beyond the latch, vibrant and so vast,
A future built on courage, leaving shadows in the past.

I cried myself to sleep, a memory that starts to fade,
Wasting so much time, upon a path too long delayed.
Wasting so much time, a treasure carelessly set free,
But now the lock is broken, and the key belongs to me.
The sun on my face is a promise, clear and bold,
A new story beginning, waiting to unfold.

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The Unbreakable Covenant

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The Unbreakable Covenant

We stand together, a multitude wide,
Our inherent worth cannot be denied.
We are the many, strong and profound,
On worthy, undeniable ground.

A powerful force, a presence complete,
In every life’s aspect, we cannot retreat.
We are the bedrock, the muse, and the light,
The mothers who nurture, the wives who unite.
Companions and partners, the friends tried and true,
The unwavering support, seeing the world through.

Yet a flaw in our unity, a shadow we find,
The support we give others, we leave behind.
Hesitant to challenge, to push past the ease,
To reach true potential that surely would please.
And most painful of all, a failure to claim,
The hard-won successes, and speak a sister’s name.

This must cease now, the passive days gone,
We must seek out the moments, from dusk until dawn.
To offer our praise, let our voices ring true,
Each milestone a triumph, for me and for you.
To consciously lift, giving momentum and grace,
For every woman to find her true place.
To challenge with love, with expectation’s firm hand,
Demanding of excellence, across all the land.
No criticism this is, but mutual rise,
Reflected in sisterhood’s true, loving eyes.

Through this vow to support, and challenge we make,
The success we can grasp, for goodness’ sake.
Empowering each other, we’ll shift and transform,
The women the world needs, weathering every storm.
We’ll embody the purpose, we were meant to be,
The women who changed the world, for all eyes to see.

To achieve this high goal, the toxins must fall,
Excise the dark poisons that hold us in thrall.
Shed the debilitating jealousy’s sting,
That blinds us to triumphs the good moments bring.

Discard the destructive competition and strife,
Focus energy outward, on a better world’s life.
Not inward, against us, our battles are clear,
Fighting for progress, not fueled by dark fear.

Cast off the petty, the soul-crushing hate,
It consumes the bright light that seals our fate.
The path forward is dimmed by this darkness within,
We must clear out the shadows, and let light begin.

Let a new sacred covenant be firmly held fast,
A mandate of love that is meant to last.
Unconditional loving, and support burning bright,
A sisterhood rising, with all of its might.
Unbreakable, unstoppable, changing the world’s face,
United in purpose, and filled with true grace.

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I am Broken

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I am broken.

The words, sharp and unwarranted,
slice through the fragile shell I built.
Tiny, invisible blades, their power immense,
carving my heart into scattered, irreparable pieces.

My carefully constructed dreams,
ambitious plans, vital goals—
all crumble before this onslaught,
a lifetime of building reduced to dust.
My essence, fractured, lies on the cold floor.

Why do these ephemeral sounds,
mere vibrations in the air, hurt so?
Why grant them such devastating power,
to tear the fabric of our being,
to leave us utterly immobilized?

With a deep, shuddering breath, I rise.
Muscles protest, heavy with despair.
I kneel, picking mangled, bleeding pieces
from the unforgiving floor,
cradling the remnants, a silent cry.

I try, with feverish intensity, to mend—
reaching for glue, tape, harsh staples.
But none of them hold.
The cracks are too deep, the breaks too fundamental.
A heart shattered by words
cannot be fixed by physical objects

Again, the haunting question returns:
Why do I give words this power?
Why allow such deep, lingering pain?

Yet, the act of kneeling has shifted something.
I stand up, not whole, but resilient.
I place my broken, but still beating, heart
back into my chest,
and with a final act of defiance, I dust myself off.

The reality remains:
Words possess the power to tear us down,
to reduce us to rubble,
weapons that wound the soul.

But words are not solely destruction.
They possess the capacity to restore.
A single, well-placed phrase—
of kindness, encouragement, or understanding—
can be the foundation upon which we rebuild.

Love, in its purest expression,
is the ultimate healing force,
articulated through sincere, positive words,
what ultimately saves us all.

Words can tear you down.
Words can also lift you up.

Choose your words with the highest intention.
Strive always to lift a spirit,
to reinforce worth, to acknowledge a presence.

Never fail to be kind.
Kindness is the shield against the world’s harsh words,
the balm for its inflicted injuries.

Remember this immutable truth:
Words are a powerful, double-edged sword.
They can drag someone into the deepest pit of despair,
or elevate them to heights of strength and hope.

Use this profound tool with meticulous care.
Wield your words to heal, to encourage, and to restore.

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