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On Being a Friend

Source of Inspiration

Can we be a friend
who listens without judgement,
offers understanding when we
do not understand ourselves, a
friend who does not try to solve
the problem, but rather allows
the other to grow through their experience?

Can we be a friend to one who
is being unlovable at the
moment? Can we sit quietly
with another in an hour of grief?
Can we love enough to just
allow whatever is unfolding
to manifest as it is intended?

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The Unbroken!

Purplerays

The Unbroken
There is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness
out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow
beyond all grief which leads to joy
and a fragility
out of whose depths emerges strength.
There is a hollow space
too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness
we are sanctioned into being.
There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart
as we break open to the place inside
which is unbreakable and whole,
while learning to sing.

~ Rashani Rea

Art by Tamara Adams 
Text & image source: Rivers in the Ocean https://www.facebook.com/RiversInTheOcean/

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Beautifully Fragile

Perfectly Imperfect

How silly of me to try and plant gardens in your chest, and
try to get you to love me, when I didn’t even love myself. I am truly sorry for giving you the burden
of trying to fix a broken human being. However, at the end of the day some
people are just shit. no matter how much you wish they weren’t they just are
and nothing you can say or do will change that. Yet, eventually it will get
better, without any sort of explanation; one day you just realize that you’re
no longer upset. You’re no longer mad, hurt, or bothered by the things that
took so much of your energy and thoughts. You will find yourself in a peaceful
place, and enjoy it while you can; because in reality? We are all just one car
crash, diagnosis, an unexpected phone call, a newfound love, or a…

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I’ll Never Forget You, But I Have To Let You Go.

Perfectly Imperfect

Slowly but surely, I will loosen my grip on the idea of us, of we. I will drop all the notions of a future, those shards of hope that you and I would ever become something real. I will watch those promises of a tomorrow flutter away in the breeze of yesterday, piece by piece, moment by moment, tear by tear.
And I will break free.
I will untie the binds that kept me from loving myself because you could not love me the way I needed. I will undo the lock that kept me chained up in the beautiful chaos that was you. I will throw away the key. I will wipe my hands clean, clear of the dust of promise, and walk away. Battered not bruised, yes; not unscathed, scarred, and defeated; but still standing on my own two feet.
This is me finally letting you go.
And…

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Can These Bones Live? Have You Ever Felt so Broken…

The Abuse Expose' with Secret Angel

Have you ever felt so broken,
like a bunch of scattered old bones…
Feeling like you are in a million pieces,
with no human form shown?
Unable to catch your breath
with no lungs to even hold your air…
with indescribable wails of brokenness,
yelling for God in your despair.

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I Am My Choices

Source of Inspiration

Today is mine to shape,
to live each moment with
deliberateness, to choose
what to do, how I want to
feel, who will be part of
this day. Will I design and
live each moment as I choose,
or will I let circumstances
determine how this day unfolds?
Will I turn my power over to
others or remain firm in my
decision to live my life on
my own terms?

I am my choices.
I am my dreams.
I AM

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