Family
Hear Me Now
We're all damaged, we're still trying to repair what was broken We've all fallen in our own way; you weren't the only one at fault, but you were the one who was supposed to protect us
Mercedes ChavezPublished about 4 hours ago in Poets- AI-Generated
Liberation
In the darkness of pain, I found my liberation A chance to break free, from the chains of my desperation The weight of my suffering, became the force that set me free
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Purified
In the depths of pain, I found my strength A fire that burned, and purified my length The flames of suffering, that once seemed so bright
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Unbridle
Release the weights that hold you down Let go of the chains that bind you to the ground Embrace your true self, with all your might
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Wildflower
Unshackle your soul, let it rise and shine Break free from the chains, that bound you in time Embrace your true self, with all your heart and mind
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Unfurl
Rise up, dear heart, and claim your rightful place Shake off the shackles of fear, and embrace your inner grace Unleash your spirit, let it soar and roam free
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Unchain
Unchain your heart, let it beat wild and free Shed the skin of doubt, and let your spirit be Unshackle your mind, from the chains that bound
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Break Free
Break free from chains that bind you tight Shatter the glass that holds you in sight Unleash your spirit, let it soar and glide
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Life
Life is a journey, of twists and turns But with every step, a chance to learn Embrace the unknown, with an open heart And find the beauty, in every brand new start
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Subsides
In the depths of your soul, a spark resides A flame of potential, that never subsides It flickers with hope, and shines with desire
I WILL FALL INTO YOUR HEART WHEN THE RAIN COMES
As soon as the rain comes, I will fall into your heart, Like droplets of love, weaving a tapestry of art. With each gentle patter upon your windowpane,
Dawnxisoul393Published about 10 hours ago in PoetsNobody
Nobody asks the sun why it rises Or the moon falls Why the bird sings Or the worm crawls So please Stop asking me why I am the way I am
Atomic HistorianPublished about 11 hours ago in Poets