My first ever written poem that explores love, hope , sadness and joy for tomorrow The feeling of a long tiring day captured into words

I always thought growing up meant finally knowing who I am and why I’m here, but the older I get, the more I question everything—my beliefs, my choices, and whether I’m truly myself or just a reflection of the world that shaped me.

Do you follow your Shadow? Perhaps is your Shadow the leader? listen to what my opinion is and at the end, you agree?

The motivational struggle within yourself is the internal battle between doubt and determination. Even when your mind feels heavy and obstacles rise from your own thoughts, continuing to push forward shows strength. The struggle isn’t weakness—it’s proof that you’re still fighting, growing, and becoming stronger through every step you take.

Hi Im just writing about thing black teens go through at a young age that shape them to the men's they become.

This is to challenge readers to choose between living like a sheep—following the crowd, making excuses, waiting for permission—or living like a wolf, taking responsibility, leading their own path, and pursuing their goals with discipline and intention. It emphasizes that success depends on personal accountability: “It’s on you, to get you, to where you need to be.” The message is clear—stop waiting, stop blaming, and start acting. Every day you decide whether to follow or to rise. No excuses.

Self-improvement is a daily battle against your current self—the version of you that clings to comfort, old habits, and excuses. Growth requires discipline, sacrifice, and persistence through struggle. Every small choice to push harder, stay focused, and rise above your limits is a victory. You’re not competing with others, only with who you were yesterday. True self-improvement is self-evolution, built one disciplined day at a time.

Life’s challenges aren’t punishments from God—they’re preparation. Every struggle you’ve survived has shaped your strength, deepened your faith, and refined your identity. How you respond to those challenges determines who you become: stronger, wiser, and more resilient. Your survival is not accidental; it is purposeful. The battles you’ve overcome give you a testimony that others desperately need. By offering your voice, your experience, and your compassion, you become a lifeline to those still fighting. What God brought you through becomes the very thing He uses through you to lift someone else.

I wrote this originally after my first Nar-Anon meeting. A support group for family/loved ones effected by drugs and alcohol. He is just one of my qualifiers. A word used instead of addict, or drug abuser. Where I knew that something was off from the very beginning. I still fell very quickly. It wasn't until after we were married I knew for sure. Granted our meeting one another, engagement, nuptials and now I guess the end. All happened in record time. At least for me and many I know. Perhaps if I/we were stars in Hollywood. Or stars period. Our relationship would be considered a great love story. And the length of time wouldn't even be brought into question.

The poem "trauma bond". expressing anger, hurt, an addiction like feeling to another person, but ending with self empowerment.

Would you do it over, if you had to do it again? Do you wish you had taken the easy route? Hindsight is 20/20 for a reason. To know what you know. You had to go through what you've gone through. Yes ignorance can seem like bliss. And the more you know. The more you know you don't know. Being rooted inside, not shaken by the world around. That takes a certain strength most want. Unwilling to do what it takes to get it.

Healing and being healed is different for us all. What does it look like, feel like to you? How would you be different if you were healed? Is holding on to brokenness your identity that you're afraid to let go of? By holding on, are you allowing more trauma to compact the damage already caused? Healing is your individual, personal responsibility. It doesn't matter what that looks like. Or others think it should look like. What does it look like to you? Your life, your choice, your Healing journey. Take the steps today, in the right direction. Don't wait until it's too late. Then it will be too late!

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I lost my fiance July 31st 2025. I woke up and he was gone. Still til this day I havent dealt with it. I miss this man so much words can't even explain how I feel. I never knew how much I missed someone until that day. I'm so hurt. I miss this man so much. I miss the love he showed me and how I was the main topic of his life. I love him and wish I can have him back

What led to me coming out as a trans male, when I did so and what came after and how to live differently with an egotistical father.

This is the story about why i thought i was trans starting at a young age and leading up to my detransition in recent years.

I'm someone who’s lived through a lot of pain, learned from it, and turned it into strength. My story is about healing, growth, and finding light after darkness.

I'm constantly searching, with no prevail. For answers in bottles, which I always derail. By becoming so intoxicated,

I was recently published in an anthology of poems about death, and this is about me being on page 31 of that book.

One morning, I got angry at myself. The self that exists in this country. And I wrote a poem. Sometimes I really think it’s not enough to just be a keyboard warrior. And then sometimes I think I don’t have any me to do anything else. Fatigue. Capitalism. Deciding if I eat or pay rent this month. All that. You know the deal.