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Ever wish
you could be loved
the way
you deserve to be loved?
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katladyt_
3d
Modern-Day Cinderella
An image catches her eye, casually she scrolls
A woman, in an antique lace gown and corset
Captured in pensive thought, and perusing, with carefully gloved hands
She exudes elegance. A quiet, calmness and an element of romance
Oh, if only she were a modern-day Cinderella
Feeling beautiful and chosen
Dressed to the nines in a stunning blue gown and shoes
Grateful and blessed, she would be secure in her own skin, and unafraid of her imperfections. Accepted and loved for who she was, just as she was
Sharing a simple and happy life with her modern-day Prince Charming
There would be no worries about having to rush off before midnight, or that the stagecoach might turn into a pumpkin, or that the gown
would turn into a smock and apron
Honesty and vulnerability would be staples in their relationship. As well as mutual trust, respect, forgiveness and understanding
A true commitment. And a lasting, soul-binding love
That feels like a fairytale
©katladyt_ -
DARE
If you can't
be honest
with
yourself,
How do you
dare
being honest
with anyone
else?
©katladyt_ -
Mercy
How can I not hold blame
in part for the situation you ended up in?
In reality, you were accused,
you denied, and then were left to live with the consequences of protecting us both
I was partly the cause
How can I not be somewhat to blame?
I feel guilt
You feel shame
We both need to embrace healing
We both need to forgive and find mercy
And then we will both find peace
©katladyt_ -
Unsafe
Her accusations had taken their toll
The fights were hostile and neverending
He endured the abuse everyday
Sadly, it became the norm
He was breaking
He was becoming a shell of a man
Beaten down by the woman he thought he loved
Soon, he would be almost unrecognizable
One night, the fight was off the charts
She grabbed him by the collar
He couldn't take it anymore
She demanded an answer
He didn't have one that was satisfactory
The moment she laid her hands on him
He knew
The only way out was to leave
So he did
©katladyt_ -
katladyt_
1w
❄ Walking Wounded ❄
She awakened to a delightful sunrise
Its rays streaming through bare branches
Glazing the blanket of freshly fallen snow like frosting on a cake
She contemplated staying inside, warm and cozy with her hot tea and fuzzy slippers
Canadian winters often seem like they will never end
So much so that by February, one might consider bribing the groundhog into not seeing his shadow, and then spring will come early
She knew the fresh air and exercise would be a healthy choice, for both her mind and body.
Booted and bundled up, she braced herself as she opened the door to the white, wintry welcome
It was cold
Very cold
But off she trotted
The view of the lake was like walking into a Winter Wonderland, perfectly snow-covered and picturesque
The wind was raw, and biting at her nose and cheeks as she approached the water's edge
She felt a chill in her bones, and the familiar, frozen grip still clenching her heart...
❄❄❄
He awoke this morning to another eight or nine inches of snow fallen overnight
Today was shaping up to be another busy day working-from-home, and that meant another round of routine maintenance with the snow shovel over his lunch hour
By the time night fell, another six inches covered the ground
Relatively typical for a northern Ontario city
But still, a total accumulation of about two feet in less than two days
That is a lot of snow
He pulled on his snow gear and touque, and met his trusty comrade at the door
Pushing the snow across the driveway was fine, but it soon became increasingly harder to lift the heavy snow higher up the bank
That's when the weight of it all surrounded him
The depth of the banks deepened his thoughts, and a once familiar heaviness that consumed him a year ago, triggered him now
As he shoveled, he recalled the long, bitterly cold walk in the dark that night
It was a long, unexpected haul, and a frigid trek in minus 25 degrees celcius, without the windchill
A nasty, narcissistic fight led to a definitive decision, and a desperate escape
One that left him alone, with his angry tears, his tattered heart, no keys, and no other choice
So he walked for miles that night
In the brutal cold
With an unknown destination...
❄❄
These two have been walking wounded
Each of them hundreds of miles apart and yet, they know and share each other's stories
The heavy loads and losses on their hearts
The weight of unpredictability and uncertainty
The frozen steps taken on their journeys, not knowing where those steps will lead
The only thing for certain is that they are healing
And wrestling
Perhaps one day, their two paths will join
together
And they will walk side by side
With hands and hearts entwined
©katladyt_ -
katladyt_
3w
F*ck You
F*ck you
for moving on
while you still
have feelings for me
And F*ck me
for caring
that you still did
©katladyt_ -
katladyt_
3w
Separate Lives
That Phil Collins 80's ballad,
Playing over in my head
Clamoring with thoughts of you and her,
And the sharing of your bed
Damn that thoughtful gift I'd sent,
Intent to helping you sleep better
But now, oh how alluring
The scent enticing her to enter
Your claim that "we have separate lives"
Permits your feelings true, to hinder
So, did you wash the bed sheets clean
Or does the lavender field still linger?
©katladyt_ -
katladyt_
3w
Reservation
I sense reservation in your words
An attempt to not
get caught up in it all again
I too must remind myself daily,
sometimes several times a day,
That I need to leave you be,
Let you process your grief,
Lick your own wounds
For what she did to you,
You, in a sense, also did to me
And though my heart
wants to offer comfort
This time
It knows better
©katladyt_ -
The truth is still complicated
©katladyt_
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Sunrise's Embrace
A new beginning is marked every daybreak,
Do better than yesterday for your own sake.
We start our radiant day with a wholesome smile,
Then prepare ourselves to take on tasks in style.
We rarely realize waking up the next day is a miracle.
This behavior is somewhat common and stereotypical.
But we should be thankful for every waking we take,
It serve as another chance for the better world we must make.
Birds' early chirps signal us a brand new day,
Our eyes came bothered by the first bright sunray.
We eventually feel the radiant morning grace,
As we are all surrounded by sunrise's embrace.
©jayceclaymore -
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a_gentilischi
1w
Read More2021.02. 15
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#theclouds #wod #pod
#mirakee #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork
#thoughts #life #dreams #demonsRain clouds
There are a thousand stories that I want to say
Confessions that don't come when kneeling to pray
The secrets that suffocate me, when in bed I lay
Homage to the darkness that I promised to pay
I struggle to speak, but my parched throat is tight
Eyes brimming bloodied tears that blur my sight
Demons are invisible, there's nothing to fight
I vow to speak to you, the terrors of my night
But when I open my mouth
Only rain clouds spill out
.
©a_gentilischi -
adamantquill
3w
Read MoreI am their pride, holding them high above the ground. I am their confidence to walk on the thin thread of dignity. I sometimes make them trip, unintentionally but my master knows how to get back up on the feet.
I am 'her' heels
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a confidence
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©adamantquill -
soulfulstirrings
4w
Read MoreOf love , life and hope
Love
Crimson hues look brighter
When a scythe of betrayal plunged deep into your myocardium
Leaving behind a searing ache of blues
You vowed to stitch the agape wound
And closed all doors that led to alleys of love
You turned your back and walked willingly into the mist of past
Leaving a chance at your present wrapped in a box at the doorstep
/And then you became a poet....
Writing elegies that lamented love
For you felt deserted
By the one who had promised you
A disconcerting forever/
Life
Life happened the day you slipped out of your mama's womb
She was your first guru
Who taught you that life would never let you walk on a straight line
It was you who would have to learn to adapt to her crests and troughs
She planted a seed of benevolence and a trust in the divine in your heart
But as you grew up
You lost your way .. you looked only at the apex
Negating every other thing that mattered
And then one day
Life happened once again
You fell
And this fall like an autumnal leaf was your guru
You realised that it was in the simplest of things that you found pure joy
/And then you became a poet ....
Writing ballads and sonnets in life's name
Stringing your experiences together into valuable pieces
Letting the world know that life was the way you chose to hold on to her
She never deserted you
It's only that you chose to see her in a different hue/
Hope
You oft lost hope in the rigmarole of jitters
Self doubt being a serpent that wrapped itself around your torso
You became a reckless vagabond
Who chewed and spit your dreams cos your bridges of faith had been shaken and burnt
Life was a series of failures that had made home in your heart
But then one day... hope happened
It lit a small spark in your cold hearth
You started out once again
Reflective and insightful you flashbacked your sojourns that were your rise and fall
And betwixt this rise and fall
You clutched on to the only thing that saved you from drowning
Hope
/ And then you became a poet ...
Inking verses on redemption
Learning to look inwards
You chose to let zen become the focal point of your life
You deserted all that reduced you to ashes
Your soul now became a halo of benevolence
For with hope by your side
You found you/
©soulfulstirrings
#deserted @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal
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Thank you so much @writersnetwork ❤️❤️Of love , life and hope
Perhaps we were all meant to be broken
Only so that we could come together anew
/For like dust we fall
And from dust we rise/
©soulfulstirrings -
peterpan104
7w
if i was me
i would never let you go
i'd hold onto you
with every part of me
but i'm not me anymore
and it's not as easy
there's too much between us
and i have no energy
to go through any of it
©peterpan104 -
krishnega
6w
Read MoreConsequence of the last post.
#krishwn #krishsmiled #personalfavwrites
#insecurities_insecurities;
Our generation is mostly of people with broken childhood. We had older cousins and neighbours whose standards we were always expected to meet. And somehow, people turned a blind eye to THE PROCESS, THE STRUGGLE and the toll it takes to meet The Standards. We had to be successful to feel loved. We had to settle to feel worthy. The burden was just too much.
But now that we have reached where we want to be, where they wanted us to be, we know how much of pain and growth it took us to get where we are. Our standards cannot be the reason someone feels insecure.
We are people of all ages here at Mirakee. Some of us are looking up to some people who we think have perfect lives. Some of us have people looking up to us. And we all are somewhere, somehow consumed by doubts and insecurities despite how good we do with our lives. And I think it’s important for us to tell each other that it’s absolutely okay to feel the negative emotions we are feeling.
Some of us have completely healed to voice out our insecurities; some of us are still in the storm, but we see the light, we understand and though we can’t speak loud our insecurities, we want to tell others that they’ll be fine.
So can we do our little part, by being transparent about our insecurities? Can we just take off the facade once? I genuinely believe that the person we are on Mirakee, is the person we truly are. This identity is what we chose for ourself. This is who we’d be, if we had it our way. So, can we normalise our anxiety and insecurities, as much as we normalise love, pain and loneliness. Can we write and speak about it without being branded as an attention seeker or a drama queen ? And if someone is an attention seeker or drama queen, can we try to love them through it all, because it’s their way of feeling special around us.
Can we just reassure each other? Because, all that I’ve wanted to hear in the last few months was, “it’s okay to have doubts and insecurities; they don’t mean you are unworthy, they just mean you are human.”
-Krish -
Wonder Woman 1984
Oh lord, so long passed,
As much as Orwell wished,
In wonder, this woman,
Thought tomorrow would be bliss,
Being kept safe by eyes,
About which the eurythmics sang,
Living an anonymous life,
With rules laid down by man,
In-between those coloured socks,
And wild, unruly hair,
The spray set strong as iron,
I thought I'd flourish there,
But as novels are a fiction,
The truth turns with the page,
That no woman is an island,
When besieged by growing age.
©foreverseptember -
disruption
8w
G(rief)oodbye
The worst day for you
isn't when you lose someone you love.
It's a few days later when
everybody stops "being there for you"
and moves on
with their lives but you're still stuck in the
same place
with the void inside where
the person you love used to be.
Because you can't move on, all you can do
is learn to live
with the grief cause it never ends. Not a few
days after the loss, not years later, not ever.
When they go,
they're just gone.
But the things they did, the things they gave
you, the things
they made you feel all stay back
in the life they left behind
and now all you can do is live in the life
they left
with the feelings they left...
without people being there to ask
"How have you been doing?"
with them being far away assuming that
you're over it
just because it has been so long.
But they don't understand
just because it's been years does not mean
the pain is now easier to bare.
And they don't understand
that now all you can do is live with the moments
and the memories of the one you lost
without people being there to say
"I'm sorry for your loss".
©disruption -
mirakee
12w
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