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  • karenallen284 1w

    Ripping band-aids off often sting, some hurt like hell.

    But isn't it true that the fresh air helps heal the wounds that have been covered?

    ©karenallen284

  • karenallen284 1w

    It's hard to forgive someone who stole what I would describe as my pure innocence.

    22 years later, the thoughts of being touched and used over and over again, shoots daggers through my heart.

    The questions that replay over and over in my head are - Why did I not keep away? Why couldn't I stop it? Why did I keep going back?

    Then I wonder, after all these years, am I struggling to forgive the monster for doing those things or am I really struggling to forgive myself.

    ©karenallen284

  • karenallen284 2w

    207 weeks ago, I began penning down phrases and quotes that resonated with me, literature created by fiery souls.

    Little did I know that was the beginning of my own soul's passion being reignited. I've always liked writing and this has been the perfect platform for me to experiment, create and share my innermost thoughts.

    Putting what I feel out here in the form of poetry sometimes makes me feel naked, sometimes makes me feel fullfilled. For an anxious and hypersensitive personality who has a million intense thoughts flooding through my head, mirakee has been my safe haven.
    ©karenallen284

  • karenallen284 2w

    When your tiny heart could beat no more,
    your soul was free and at rest.
    Although my heart began breaking,
    it knew, Heaven's only for the best.
    ©karenallen284

  • karenallen284 2w

    Your purple heart would smell like lavender,
    A mix of pink and blue.
    My purple heart is filled with sadness,
    As it mourns for the loss of you.
    ©karenallen284

  • karenallen284 2w

    Sometimes you meet an interesting human who ends up being a friend. We call that chance.

    Other times you find yourself connected to someone who understands your silence as much as your words. We call that serendipity.
    ©karenallen284

  • karenallen284 2w

    You are so rare.
    People are not used to rare.
    It seems so strange and indifferent to them.
    As a result, they don't know how to treat you, appreciate you or care for you.
    So they tend to lose you or leave you.
    ©karenallen284

  • karenallen284 2w

    I thought I knew what grief was,
    until you came along.
    Connected it often to the lines of
    a sad poem or a song.

    It's so much more than tears,
    or a day or week to mourn.
    It really never stops or leaves,
    it's buried deep in your bones.

    So this is the first time,
    I've truly understood grief.
    Which I find quite ironic,
    as your presence was so brief.

    I keep searching for some answers,
    each day I call to you.
    I seek for courage and hope,
    but mostly strength to make it through.

    But I promise I will try my best,
    for your memory to live on.
    I'll paint your picture with my words.
    Starting with - you were too precious to be born.

    ©karenallen284

  • karenallen284 3w

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    Amongst the handful of true friends I thought I possessed, only she seemed to be able to put up with the real me. The insecure, mentally unstable, fearful, confused, impatient me. She did this in a heartbeat when everyone else backed away or quietly exited. She did this without being asked to or with an expectation of something in return. She did this without a second thought.

    And for that reason, above all else, I've realised that she truly deserves the very best parts of my heart and soul. For she deserves the deepest friendship anyone can ever imagine.
    ©karenallen284

  • karenallen284 3w

    My favourite thing about you is that you make me feel safe. You are the person. You are my person - the one who knows my darkest fears and deepest secrets. Yet you keep encouraging me to be my bravest and strongest self.