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Tag: personal development
I Thought by The Given Heart
One day I will smile without thinking Of days cold and hot. Leaving me without feeling sick Of old days that suffocated me, With regrets of things I haven’t done before.
Smile
Smile While You Still Can, Smile Every Chance You Get!
I Am Time by The Given Heart
I can’t enter a contest; I’m being honest. Okay, I’m not allowed. When you want to run, you first smile as applause; you always adore my beauty. When you are inside a dream, you can’t scream without honestly thinking of my treasury. I Am Time. I see you,running after meso that you don’t get fired…
That Inner Fight. – [¡]
Time has wheels. I remember thinking, “Will the wheels move in my eyes, so I can forgive myself for all the procrastination that I have grown to love?”
Be Strong
Life is full of surprises, hard terrible times will come and you need to be alive. Always remember to honour your Creator and…
When Homes Aren’t Safe Anymore, By The Given Heart
When I am at school, I feel so free. Energetic and joyous, like a tree That hasn’t met the cruel axe, I smile, knowing I’ll be free as an unchained ox. They say home is where the heart is, but mine Doesn’t dwell there, but elsewhere, in tandem, Where I can be myself, Where torture…
Courtroom Vigil, By The Given Heart
I’m sitting in the courtroom, awaiting, Hoping my neighbor’s burglar gets what’s waiting. But no second thoughts from me, not even third ones, Cause the first ones don’t exist, under the sun’s bright runs. Justice should be blind, they always say, But sometimes it feels like it’s led astray. Still, I hold onto hope, though…
Our Radiant Warriors by The Given Heart
Summary:
The poem celebrates the strength and grace of women, describing their resilience and unity. It praises their ability to conquer doubt and persevere, highlighting the impact of their love and support. The verses honor women of all ages and roles, acknowledging their contribution to creating brighter futures.
This Journey by The Given Heart
I thought a lot, maybe too much, ‘Bout things that hold me back, like an itch. Then I felt that switch, kept on flicking, As I battled with it, like a strap, sticking. Now my worries, they weigh me down, Yes, they do, wear a heavy frown. But leaving? No, that’s not the way, Gotta…
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