New journeys are always difficult to start but once you start without doubting or looking back you will see how easy it is to take one step at a time

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This July, I open my heart to abundance and grouth. I welcome success in my work, joy in my days, and calm in my nights.I am
productive without pressure, and my efforts blossom into results I am proud of. I choose to celebrate myself - my dreams, my progress, my softness, my strength. This month, I shine brighter than ever, surrounded by love, luck, and beautiful surprises.

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She dreams not in thunder, but in stars that breathe,
In soft secret hopes she keeps underneath.
A world in her chest that no one quite knows,
Where gardens of maybe and someday still grow.

She wishes for spaces where she can be free,
For love without question, for eyes that just see.
She dreams of a calm where her heart feels at home,
Of building a life that’s wholly her own.

She longs for a morning with no need to pretend,
For laughter that heals, for time that won’t bend.
She dreams of a mirror where she won’t have to hide,
Where she smiles and sees all the strength inside.

Her wishes are stitched in the hush of the night,
In pages she’s written when no one’s in sight.
And though she is quiet, her soul boldly sings—
A chorus of courage, of unfolding wings.

One day she’ll arrive at the life she deserves,
With soft blooming paths and love that preserves.
For dreams like hers don’t vanish or fade—
They rise with the dawn, unafraid, unafraid

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Is it easy? To suffer in silence while hoping someone would hear your silence but it's just u in the door closed room.

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Petals of kindness drift on the breeze,
Easing the burdens we carry unseen.
Amidst the noise, a soft moment frees,
Calling our hearts to where hope has been.
Earth finds its calm when our souls stay serene.

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The Temple of Whispered Water

I dream of a temple no map could reveal,
Its floor a mirror of rippling teal.
Columns of silence, halls of mist,
A place where the past and present kiss.

Soft light weaves through ancient stone,
Each step I take, I walk alone.
But I’m never lost in this water-laced hall,
The temple remembers me, after all.

Beneath my feet, water sighs low,
Secrets of ages only it knows.
Whispers of lives I may have lived,
Of vows once spoken, of gifts once given.

Each dream I arrive with a different face,
But the temple knows me, knows my trace.
I drink from the hush of sacred streams,
Finding my soul in the echo of dreams.

A place that’s nowhere, yet forever mine,
A temple of water, of spirit, of time.
I’ll meet you there again, in dreams,
The temple that lives inside me… and you.

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Domestic trauma


When voices rise, my heartbeat races,
Not at the pitch, but at the places
It takes me back, where love would slip
Through trembling hands and tightened lips.

I take an oath with every cry,
To never let my silence lie.
I'll speak, but not like thunder's roll
I'll fight with softness in my soul.

They shout not to be cruel or mean,
But trapped in wounds they’ve never seen.
Dad says she thinks all is wrong again,
Mum says he won't try to comprehend.

And after storms, the tears arrive
Two broken hearts, still half-alive.
He quiets down, she speaks some more,
Each aching is louder than before.

I used to stand between the flame,
Call out peace and take the blame.
But now I know: to heal, I must
Step back from battles built on dust.

They're tethered not by want, but need,
By bruises neither one can read.
And I, their child, have learned too well
The sound of love that sounds like hell.

So here I sit, both near and far,
A quiet witness to the spar.
But deep inside, I plant a vow
To love with calm, to learn the how.

And if someday I raise my voice,
It will not be to drown a choice.
It will be soft. It will be true.
A language pain once never knew.

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My Safe Place

People can change
their eyes, their words,
their reasons for leaving.

So I gather my storms,
my laughter, my soft parts,
and build my home inside me.

No one can pack up my mind.
No one can move my heart out.
I am my safe place
my forever shelter.

Let them go if they must.
Let the door swing open.
I stay here with myself
whole, wild, and unshaken.

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