The Darkness Within You, Unacknowledged… {poetry}
Lack of acknowledgement
does not make it less real,
does not make it less powerful,
less painful.
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love
Instead Of Falling In Love, We Need To Rise In Love.
I am married, and yet I am not living within the defined laws of it. For me, the most important part of our bond is our freedom and allowing each other to find the meaning of that freedom. It has worked out very well for us so far. There may be a day when it will stop working out, but who knows?
Talk To Me Like Your Soul Is On Fire: To The Last Man Who Shall Love Me.
I want a man who won’t settle for a stable job, house, car, wife, kids, pension, but thinks outside the box for what could be possible with his time here on Earth, and sees part of that journey as making others’ lives joyful, meaningful and more sustainable.
“What Will You Choose?”: Combining Fierce Compassion With Tenacity And Action In Croatia.
In 2014, she met a 10-year old autistic boy at an event held by a foster care organization she was involved with. His life story was very painful to learn for Aleksandra. She was informed that he was especially shy, but their eyes met briefly. It was the look in his eyes that motivated her to ...
Let Love’s Fire Burn Away Your ‘Me’.
I asked you for a drink and, though you were shy, I knew that you were ready and, finally, so was I. So together we sat and took sips of wine. And also, I drank you in, after nine years, for the first time.
The End… Of The Beginning.
And when I had expelled all of my prejudices, my disdain and my failures, I then sat up and heaved forth every needle pinch to skin and each bleed of my heart. When I opened my mouth, with head held back, as that of a woman, crazed, I wailed and then let out my breath and fell back, destroyed.
We Chose Love: Making Peace With My Father.
I can clearly point to a feeling of heightened emotional intelligence for having the courage to rebuild a relationship with my father. I do love him, all of him. Do I still see and feel the angry person of his youth? At times, yes. Do I love him any less for it? No.
The Fairy Tale We Dream Of Is Now.
As soon as you stop carving through the caverns of your soul, trying to find something more, the world, and all of its high hopes and searches for meaning, will simply cease to exist. We will walk around, empty shells under the palm trees of delusion that this picture of paradise is all we have ...
To Have And To Hold: I Am Not A Machine.
I’ve never said this out loud to another person before. I’ve been struggling lately, and noticing my desire for comfort. To just be next to someone and be held. I’ve never wanted it before. Or maybe I haven’t let myself want it, but I do want it.
The Spaces Of Loneliness.
We won’t forget the unrelatable moments of emptiness. When the freedom we had once brandished as a flag turned into a freezing sword of guilt, of having left what we once had. When the fog around us got too thick, too thick to see anything, when fear knocked back on our doors, to suck all our ...