The best ones in my life
are those who are ready
to change their percepts
after genuinely knowing
me to the core , besides
going for worldly trials.

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My life-my experience..
My thoughts-my scars..
& What I write it's truth I handle..
& Those Miracles realize my worth in me...
& God helping her
To prove it through trials ...
& The smile she holding is the sign of that..
& Now she knows her value for herself..

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Trials are there--
Meant, either
To strengthen,
Or to crumble.
Allow them--
Or quash them,
To dust.

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Love is a dance.
It involves a series,
Of complicated steps.
It's holding on, tightly;
Even, when
You're in the midst
Of tribulations--
And, that's when,
Love can last.

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Never be cowered
By the shadows.
Most of these spectres,
Merely, scare--
They don't kill.
A lot of them,
Aren't real, as well.

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You were the lesson,
I had to encounter,
That ancient day.
You weren't
The score, at all.
I thought I failed,
When you left me;
Only, to discover,
That I passed a trial;
When I allowed you,
To evanesce away.

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High or low;
Straight or curve;
Smooth or not--
Whichever condition,
You're in;
Just go,
go,
go!
Never let
The nightmares win.
You ought to dance,
Soar, run, and swim!

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I was in arrant dolor, waiting for a reply--
Waiting for a riposte of any kind;
Longing for sustenance,
Wishing--praying--for reprieve.

I look at those, reveling in happiness;
People who seem so blessed;
Grass, greener, beneath their dominions;
While this, of mine, withered and neglected.

Desperate queries, floating--swirling;
Swallowing me in utter bereavement.
Why--why, oh why, my God?
Why, this ferocious cycle of pain?

I succumb to the desolate hurt, I feel;
Just wanting every ache, annulled.
With quivering lips and tearful eyes, I lay.
But then, an angel whispers, gently:

"God allows us to be deprived--to be
emptied--in order, to be filled."

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Never REGRET
a day in your life ....
GOOD or BAD,
it made you
STRONGER ....

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Every piece
in a puzzle
has but one place to fill.
And to find that place,
it has to sit on all the other gaps
to make sure it doesn't fit there.

And then,
all those rejected gaps
call that puzzle piece
a 'misfit'
and all those tiring trials,
we insist on calling 'mistakes'.

Funny ,
how by merely naming a process
we even change
perspectives.

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