Held in Divine Embrace

Life has served me a hard play,
each scene, a trial, each act a challenge.
The weight of sorrow, the grip of sickness,
pressed down, constricting, relentless.
Yet through the haze of struggle,
a gentle hand reached out.

His love, a balm to my soul,
restored my resilience,
mending the fractures, healing the wounds.
In the tempest of despair,
His peace, a quiet voice, whispered calm,
reminding me of grace, unending.

Kept me sane amidst the chaos,
a sanctuary in the storm,
guiding me through the darkest nights,
bringing light to shadowed paths.
In His peace, I found my strength,
a steadfast anchor, unyielding, true.

Life’s hard play may continue,
but with His love and His peace, I am renewed,
softness restored, soul secure,
held fast in divine embrace.

Amidst the vicissitudes of existence,
His benevolence remains,
an ineffable presence, ever steadfast.

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The Crushed Flower

The flower got crushed,
Mangled and trampled,
Cut off from the stem and root.

Once vibrant and full of life,
Now, a mere fragment,
A shadow of its former self.

Its petals, torn and scattered,
A canvas of silent screams,
Bruised by the weight of indifference.

It lay on the ground,
Unseen, unacknowledged,
A casualty of carelessness.

Yet, in its brokenness,
There is a story,
A testament to its existence.

It had once bloomed,
Reaching for the sun,
Swaying gently in the breeze.

Even now, severed and crushed,
It holds a certain beauty,
A quiet dignity in its ruin.

For though it has fallen,
It had once stood tall,
Had once been whole,
Had once lived.

And in that memory,
There is a resilience,
A whisper of life that lingers.

The flower got crushed,
But it had once been,
And in that being,
It left its mark,
A trace of grace amidst the wreckage.

Footnote: This poem explores the delicate beauty and resilience of life in the face of adversity. It speaks to the fragility of existence, yet also to the enduring spirit that rises from the ashes of destruction. Like a crushed flower, life’s challenges may bruise and break us, but they also have the power to transform us, revealing the strength and beauty that lies within.

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Phoenix Ascendant

Battling my own demons as life eats me alive,
Each day, a struggle, a test of will,
Shadows loom large, whispers of doubt,
Yet, I press on, searching for light.

In the chaos, I seek a glimmer of hope,
A spark of faith to ignite my soul,
Strength in vulnerability, courage in tears,
Finding resilience in the depths of despair.

Life’s trials may weigh heavy on my heart,
But within me lies a spirit unbroken,
For every fall, there’s a rise,
A testament to the power within.

Through the storm, I’ll find my way,
Guided by an inner compass,
With every battle, I grow stronger,
Emerging from the ashes, reborn.

Phoenix ascendant, soaring high, 
From the embers, I touch the sky.

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Echoes of a Shell

I am but a shell, 
fragile and hollow, 
echoes of the past 
resonate within, 
whispers of what once was, 
now only a faint trace.

I am but a shell, 
carrying memories, 
moments captured, 
held tight in the curves, 
smooth edges worn 
by time’s relentless tide.

I am but a shell, 
empty yet full, 
a vessel of stories, 
silent tales of the sea, 
etched in patterns, 
telling secrets only the waves can read.

I am but a shell, 
adrift on life’s shore, 
tossed by storms, 
left in the sun’s glare, 
waiting to be found, 
to be held, understood.

I am but a shell, 
beautiful in my simplicity, 
strong in my fragility, 
a testament to endurance, 
a symbol of resilience, 
in the face of constant change.

I am but a shell, 
and in my quiet existence, 
there is a profound stillness, 
a peace that comes 
from embracing 
what I am, 
and what I am not.

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Orchids of Sadness – Part 2

As I linger in this garden of despair,
I notice a shift, a subtle change,
a ray of sunlight piercing through the gloom,
illuminating the orchids with a gentle warmth.

New buds appear, timid yet resilient,
their colors vibrant against the backdrop of sorrow.
These are not blooms of pain, but of hope,
each petal a whisper of promise, each stem a testament to strength.

I nurture them, these fragile new blossoms,
with tender care and newfound faith.
The waters of anxiety begin to recede,
replaced by streams of grace and renewal.

The thorns still prick, but they no longer wound,
for I’ve learned to handle them with wisdom.
I see beyond the pain, to the beauty that lies within,
and I understand that both joy and sorrow are intertwined in the garden of my heart.

As the orchids of sadness slowly fade,
their petals falling like memories,
new flowers take their place,
symbols of resilience, of hope, of healing.

In this ever-changing garden,
I find solace, a quiet strength.
For I know that even in the darkest moments,
there is the potential for light, for growth, for peace.

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The Vicissitudes of Life’s Journey

Sometimes, along life’s winding road,
We encounter an unexpected bump,
A sudden jolt that derails our plans,
And forces life to take a different stance.

We start with dreams shining bright,
Goals and ambitions soaring in flight.
But fate can veer us off our track,
Testing our resolve, pulling us back.

A bump in the road, a sudden turn,
Leaves us wondering, trying to discern
Why things happen as they do,
Why life throws challenges out of the blue.

But in the midst of uncertainty and change,
There’s a chance for growth, a chance to rearrange
Our priorities, our outlook, our view,
To find new meaning, a different hue.

For life is a journey, full of twists and turns,
And it’s how we navigate, how we learn,
That defines us, shapes us, makes us whole,
As we continue on, body, mind, and soul.

So when you encounter that unexpected bump,
Remember, it’s just a part of life’s grand jump.
Embrace the divine interruptions, though unclear,
For in these changes, there’s often a new path to steer.

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The Voice Within

The voice inside me tells me to get up,
To rise from shadows where I’ve been stuck.
In whispered tones, it calls my name,
A gentle push, a steady flame.

Through darkest nights and stormy seas,
It bids me stand, to find release.
In every trial, in every fight,
This voice within brings forth the light.

No chains can hold, no fear can tether,
With newfound strength, I rise forever.
The voice inside me tells me to get up,
In faith I rise, my spirit erupts.

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Hope’s Resilient Glow

In the depths of despair, a flicker of light,
A beacon of hope in the darkest of night.
When all seems lost, and the world is bleak,
Hope whispers softly, if only we seek.

In the midst of trials, we find our strength,
For hope is a lifeline of infinite length.
It lifts us up when we’re feeling low,
Guiding us through the toughest of woe.

When troubles surround us on every side,
Hope is our anchor, our unwavering guide.
It reminds us that this too shall pass,
And brighter days will come at last.

So hold onto hope, let it be your song,
In despair’s darkness, it will keep you strong.
For in the midst of despair, there’s always a way,
Hope shines brightest, turning night into day.

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Whispers of the Strained Mind

In the depths of my mind, a tempest brews,
A swirling storm of thoughts, a tangled fuse.
Strained and weary, it seeks release,
From the burdens that refuse to cease.

Like a ship lost at sea, adrift and alone,
My mind wanders, seeking a way home.
In the labyrinth of thoughts, I search for light,
A beacon of hope, in the darkest night.

The weight of worries, like chains, it bears,
Dragging me down, feeding my fears.
A constant battle, a relentless fight,
To find peace in the midst of the night.

But in the chaos, a whisper I hear,
A voice of calm, dispelling the fear.
A reminder that I am not alone,
In this struggle, in this unknown.

So I’ll hold on tight to that flicker of light,
Guiding me through the endless night.
And though my mind may be strained and worn,
I’ll keep pressing on, until the storm is gone.

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Journey of Healing

In the hush of night, a dream unfolds,
I’m driving a wheelbarrow, navigating life’s roads.
Picking up pieces of shattered glass,
Each shard is a memory, a pain from the past.

A church sister appears, offering a hand,
But I smile and decline, I must take a stand.
For though the glass may cut and sting,
I know deep down, I am healing.

With each piece I gather, I grow strong,
In the brokenness, I find where I belong.
The wheelbarrow fills, the weight bears down,
But I carry on, shedding my frown.

I am driving towards a brighter day,
Where the shards of yesterday will fade away.
In this dream, I find my resolve,
To keep moving forward, to evolve.

So to the church sister, I softly say,
“I am alright, I’ll find my way.”
And with each broken piece I leave behind,
I find strength in my heart, peace in my mind.

Footnote: This poem is inspired by a dream shared with me by a church sister, offering a poignant reminder of the strength found in facing life’s adversities.

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