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P.T.S.D

February 5th, 2024
Photo credit: LHJ

In the shadows of a troubled mind,

Where memories and scars are entwined,

There resides a darkness that’s never told,

A haunting tale of battles untold.

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, they say,

A silent thief that steals away,

The peace and solace once possessed,

Leaving behind a soul distressed.

Visions flicker, like shards of glass,

Fragmented pieces, time cannot pass,

A wounded heart, burdened with pain,

Haunted by scenes that eternally remain.

With soldier’s courage, tested and tried,

In the face of horrors, they can’t hide,

An endless battle, fought within,

Where ghosts of the past forever spin.

Sleepless nights, spent in fear,

Reliving moments, raw and clear,

The heart races, the breath grows thin,

Caught in a cycle, unable to win.

Yet amongst the darkness, a flicker of light,

A glimmer of hope, burning bright,

Support and understanding, a gentle embrace,

Offering solace, a warm safe space.

With therapy’s guidance, strength is restored,

Rebuilding the broken, the wounded ignored,

Healing begins, step by fragile step,

Resilience was discovered, as a promise is kept.

For in the depths of this journey, we find,

A newfound power, strength redefined,

To rise above the torment, to simply break free,

Embracing the future, filled with possibility.

So let us be the allies, the ones who stand,

Beside those suffering, hand in hand,

With patience and compassion, let us ignite,

A world where PTSD finds respite.

The battle against this silent foe requires empathy, and love, these are the seeds we sow.

To help those afflicted, reclaim their own, and find solace in a heart, no longer alone.

– 🩷
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I AM Enough

February 4th, 2024
Photo Credit: LHJ

In a world that often demands so much more,

Where expectations weigh heavy on my core,

I stand tall and say with an unwavering voice,

I am enough, and that is my choice.

The pressures may come from every side,

Society’s standards, impossible for me to abide,

But deep within me, there’s a fire that burns,

A belief in my worth, no one can adjourn.

I am enough; with all my flaws and scars,

Each imperfection, a masterpiece that’s ours,

For in these marks lies a story untold,

A journey of growth, beautiful and bold.

No need to compare, compete, or strive,

For perfection’s an illusion, I’ll never arrive,

But I am enough, with all my strengths and my fears,

With every tear shed and every triumph that nears.

I may not have it all, but I have what I need,

The power to love, the power to breathe,

To embrace my essence, my uniqueness divine,

To cherish this vessel, this soul of mine.

I am enough, worthy of love and care,

There is no need for validation from others, no need to despair,

For I hold within me an infinite grace,

A radiance that shines at its own pace.

For those who doubt my worth, let them see,

The brilliance that resides deep within me,

I am enough, and I’ll say it once more,

With unwavering conviction to my very core.

In a world that may question, I’ll proudly proclaim,

My worthiness, my enoughness, forever the same,

For I am the captain of my ship,

And in my journey, I shall forever be equipped.

I am enough, and I’ll repeat it each day,

In the face of adversity, come what may,

For this truth is my armor, my guiding light,

I am enough, and that’s a beautiful sight.

– 🦩
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Adventuring In Fall Colors

January 23rd, 2024
Photo Credit: LHJ

In the painting of nature’s art,

Autumn arrives to play its part.

A riot of colors cascades from above, a symphony of hues, a sight to love.

Amber leaves, like sunlight’s glow,

gently swirling, dancing below.

Crimson splashes upon the trees,

a fiery celebration, swaying with ease.

Golden yellow, a vibrant beam,

adorning branches with a gleam.

Fiery oranges ignite the scene,

painting the world, ablaze and serene.

Russet reds, like flames ablaze,

enveloping landscapes in a fiery haze.

Nature’s palette, is in full display,

transforming the scenery along the way.

Every step is taken, a crunch underfoot, as the ground is sprinkled with nature’s loot.

Fallen leaves, in russet and gold, create a tapestry, both rich and bold.

The air turns crisp as if it knows, and nature’s beauty begins to show.

A fleeting moment, this autumnal elegance, as winter approaches and is ready to shower us with its grace.

But for now, let’s revel in the sight, fall’s colors, a breathtaking delight.

For it’s in this season, we truly see, nature in all its majesty.

-🍁
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The Secrets We Hide

January 21st, 2024
Photo Credit: LHJ

In the shadows cast by moonlit skies, a tale of neglect silently lies.

The Untold Story of Her Wounded Heart, where parental love was torn apart.

A child, once innocent and pure,

seeks solace, but love is obscure.

Like an abandoned garden, overgrown, her fragile soul was left to face life alone.

Neglect, with its crushing weight,

stifling dreams, sealing her fate.

In empty rooms, echoes of cries,

Her unheard pleas that pierce the skies.

Without a nurturing embrace, a void expands, leaving no trace. As dreams wither, hopes disarrayed, the seeds of love start to fade.

Her days are filled with silent yearning for a tender touch, a loving embrace. But instead, a cold detachment binds them, leaving scars etched deep in her fragile mind.

The laughter of childhood, stolen away, in the darkness, she struggled, day by day. Aching for warmth, for a gentle embrace,

to feel seen and valued in this lonely place.

Yet in her eyes, resilience blooms,

Like a phoenix rising from ash-filled tombs, she strives and seeks to love anew, stepping forward to find true love.

To all who suffer, know you’re not alone. Some hearts see the pain you carry that heavyweight seek solace in love, everlasting and bound by fate.

For in brokenness, strength lies in the wait, the power to heal, to rewrite your fate. And when love finds you, as it surely will, may it mend the wounds and may your heart refill.

Let no neglect define your worth, in your voice let resilience be unearthed. You are a star, ever shining bright, a survivor, breaking through the darkest night.

-🦩
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Moments In Time

January 20th, 2024
Photo Credit: LHJ

In the pages of time, they are etched so clear, moments captured, in pictures held near.

Memories preserved, forever they last, through the lens of nostalgia, so vivid, so vast.

Each photograph holds a story untold, a glimpse into a world that unfolds.

A frozen heartbeat, a stolen smile,
In these frames, memories beguile.

A faded black and white, worn with grace, whispers tales of a distant embrace.
A sepia tone, aged by the years,
conjures laughter and brings back tears.

In these stills, love will never fade,
and joy and sorrow, are beautifully portrayed.
With every glance, a journey we take, moments in time, never to forsake.

The first steps on a path so new,
a romantic sunset kiss, painted in Orange and yellow hues.

Birthdays, weddings, holidays past,
unforgettable moments, that are meant to last.

In these photographs, lives intertwine, through generations, an unbroken line.
Smiles and tears, bound by a frame,
echoes of laughter, whispered in a name.

Like a treasured chest, the memories we keep, in every photograph, are so still, so deep.
They transport us back to a time long gone, a gentle reminder of where we belong.

So cherish these glimpses, these snapshots in time, for they bear witness to a life so sublime.
The stories are etched, the love they ignite, for in these photographs, memories take flight.

-🦩
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The Tranquility of the Kayak

January 18th, 2024
Photo Credit: LHJ

In waters deep, where nature thrives, a vessel glides, its purpose alive.

A craft so sleek, with a paddle in hand, a journey begins, both vast and grand.

Oh, kayak of grace, with curves so fine, you navigate the currents, like poetry in line.

With every stroke, a rhythm unfolds, and a new adventure beckons, as the story unfolds.

On tranquil lakes, where silence reigns, we float in stillness, away from the mundane.

The reflection of the sky, with mountains surrounding, the peace and serenity, a view that’s outstanding.

Through winding rivers, with winding turns, we venture onwards, where adventure yearns.

The rush of rapids, like a wild ballet, testing courage and skill, along the way.

In mighty oceans, where waves surge and crest, you dance with the tides, with no fear to suppress.

Conquering swells, with indomitable might, in harmony with nature, we find delight.

From peaceful ponds to untamed seas, the kayak journeys wherever it pleases.

A vessel of freedom, a vessel of dreams, unveiling the secrets these waters deem.

So, paddle on, intrepid traveler of the blue, the kayak beckons, it’s calling out to you.

Embrace the beauty, of nature’s gift bestowed, and let the kayak carry you, wherever you may go.

-🦩
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The First Snow

January 17th, 2024
Photo Credit: LHJ

When the first snowflakes gently fall, a magical hush envelops all.

The world transforms, a pristine scene, in shades of white, like a supernatural dream.

Each snowflake is unique, delicate, and pure, the mesmerizing artistry, so obscure.

They dance and twirl, from the sky above, creating wonder, a gift of love.

As the first snowflakes paint the ground, softly, silently, without a sound.

The earth is blanketed in glistening white, a canvas for dreams, a radiant sight.

Children gleefully run and play, in this winter wonderland, they sway.

Building snowmen, making angels in the snow, by creating memories, their joy grows.

The trees stand tall, their branches adorned, with a dusting of snow, a crown they’ve donned.

Sparkling crystals glisten in the sun’s rays, a breathtaking spectacle throughout the day.

Footprints in the snow and a story unfolds, paths of wanderers, their secrets never told.

With each new step, like a whisper in the snow, leaving traces, as if only time would know.

First snow brings a stillness, so serene, a moment to pause, the world to glean.

In its quiet beauty, it calls us in, to embrace the wonder, to let our hearts sing.

As the first snowfall graces the land, as a gentle reminder of nature’s guiding hand.

In its fleeting presence, it offers us grace, the reminder to enjoy life at a slower pace.

So, let us revel in the magic it brings, the first snow, a gift on angel wings.

For in this moment, we stand in awe, captivated by the beauty we saw.

-🦩
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The Child Within

January 16th, 2024
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In shadows deep, where secrets hide, lies a child, weary, terrified.
A soul wounded, bruised by time,
Yearning for solace, a chance to climb.

Oh, child within, so fragile and small, I hear your whispers, your silent call.
No longer silenced, no longer ignored, it’s time to heal, to be restored.

With a gentle touch and open heart, we’ll navigate the depths, where memories start.
Unraveling the pain, one thread at a time, rebuilding the pieces, making them rhyme.

Like a blossoming flower, opening wide, we’ll embrace the wounds you try to hide.
With love’s caress, we’ll tend to the scars, transforming them into constellations of stars.

No longer a prisoner of sorrow and fears, you’ll bathe in compassion, it’s time to let go of the tears.
For within your essence, you’ll find the key, to unlock the treasures, and set your spirit free.

Let laughter echo, like a joyful refrain, let innocence weave through every vein.
Release the burdens, let forgiveness grow, and watch the child within, begin to glow.

Embrace the wonders of long-lost dreams, and let healing waters flow in gentle streams.
And in this sanctuary, you’ll rise anew, with resilience and strength, vibrant and true.

For you, dear child, deserve endless love, a chance to soar, like an eagle above.
Healing the wounds, mending the heart, reclaiming the magic, that sets you apart.

So, let us journey, hand in hand,
healing the child within, and reclaiming the land.
A beacon of hope, shining through the night, guiding you towards your inner light.

-🦩
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A Reason, Season, A Lifetime

January 16th, 2024
Photo Credit: LHJ

In this life there are souls we encounter and hearts we perceive.

Some come to us for a reason so clear,

To teach us a lesson, to quell our fear.

A reason, a purpose, a flicker of light,

Guiding us through darkness, into the night.

They enter our lives like a burst of the sun,

To show us that battles can indeed be won.

They lift us when we stumble and fall,

Reminding us that courage resides in us all.

They share their wisdom, their stories untold,

These souls who touch us, are so precious, so bold.

Yet some are not meant to stay by our side,

They come just for a season, a brief joyful ride.

They bring us laughter, and moments so dear,

Leaving behind memories, forever held near.

A season to celebrate, dance, and play,

To cherish the warmth, before they go away.

Their presence is fleeting, like blossoms in spring,

But the joy they impart forever will cling.

And then some are destined to stay,

Through every storm, in each night, and each day.

Lifetime companions, steadfast and true,

These kindred spirits, who journey with you.

They stand by your side through seasons of change,

Through every triumph, setback, and challenge.

Through laughter and tears, they remain ever close,

Their love is unconditional, nurturing your growth.

A lifetime they stay, through thick and through thin,

These souls touch us deeply, almost from within.

They become a part of your very own soul,

An unbreakable bond, as time takes its toll.

Whether a reason, a season, or a lifetime,

Each connection we forge is divinely designed.

For every encounter, every soul that we meet,

Adds a touch of magic, and makes our life feel complete.

So let us treasure the moments we share,

With those who come, with those who are there.

For, in the end, it’s the connections we find,

That brings meaning and purpose to all mankind.

-🦄
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Getting My Color Back

January 14th, 2024
Photo Credit: Pinterest

In the palette of life, where colors blend,
I sought a shade, a hue, I’d lost, my friend.
I once was vibrant, once vivid, now faded and flat,
I yearned to regain the colors I’d had.

A journey embarked, with hope in my heart,
To reclaim the vibrance torn apart.
Through dusky shadows and somber grays,
I searched for the light to illuminate my ways.

The first brushstroke began with self-care,
Nourishing my soul, and relieving the wear.
Embracing laughter, with joyful tears,
I rediscovered the cadence of forgotten cheers.

And as I rediscovered the music within,
Melodies flowed, igniting a spark to begin.
I danced to rhythms, old and new,
In every step, the color grew.

The brush of friendship painted the scene,
Adding shades of love, vibrant and serene.
Hands held, hearts healed, connections restored,
A kaleidoscope of colors, we adored.

Nature whispered secrets, in a gentle breeze,
Unveiling the beauty, hidden beneath the trees.
Eyes wide open, I marveled at the view,
Each petal, each leaf, a hue so true.

Passions awakened, in whispers unspoken,
Unlocking the doors that were once broken.
Creativity poured from my fingertips,
Sculpting a masterpiece, from tender tips.

The more I embraced life, the more I found
Colors reflecting, like rainbows unbound.
From the depths of my being, they shimmered and glowed,
Radiant and resplendent, a story of growth.

Through the lows and highs, I learned to see,
That losing color is not a destiny.
For deep within, the palette’s true wealth,
Lies the power to reclaim oneself.

So I stand here today, with colors anew,
A masterpiece of resilience and hue.
I’ve reclaimed my vibrance, my spirit renewed,
I’ve rediscovered myself, and I’m finally happy with my beautiful new hue.

– 🩷🦩🩷
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