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Beauty for Ashes

Those who sow with tearsWill reap with songs of joyThose who go out weepingShall return and shall enjoyThey’re carrying their sheaves with themThey’re carrying a songThe pain is gone foreverAnd they’re singing all day long Mourning turns to dancingDepression turns to songHe takes the old and broken thingsAnd breaks them ’til they’re strongAshes turn to…
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Vanishing Act

HelloHow’s it going?It’s been far too very longI’ve been practicing my melodyAnd singing a new songSalut etCoucouI’ve been waiting for a timeIt’s good to see you once againIt’s good to see you smileWaitPlease don’t goFriend, we’ve hardly talked at allYou’ve hardly said a word Or a sentence, big or smallYou’ve barely said a thing —…
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Glitter Waves

The waves gather morning sunlight until they look like shiny, golden tubes rolling upon the shore. As the foamy water breaks apart, the light scatters across the sand like a plume of gold glitter before dissolving into the wet earth. I’ve never seen this effect before. Could it be the black volcanic soil of this…
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The Cure

I am my mood My mood is me Speaking Whispering So softly A kiss of the wind A gentle breeze A song I sing So longingly Stillness settles What mood is this? Content to stand Or kneel Or sit I have a hunger Of this I’m sure But how I find it That’s the cure…
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Compassion and Empathy

Don’t let your heart grow hard. Or cold. Don’t self-medicate. Even if it hurts, allow yourself to feel. Don’t numb the pain. This is how we grow in compassion and empathy.
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Torn in Two

Yes, it’s trueMy heart’s been torn in twoThere would have been less painIf they had punched me in the faceI would have preferred a bruised cheek or a crushed noseBecause a crushed spirit hurt so much moreIt’s a difficult thing to explainIf only there had been another wayA road, a route, that might have held…
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The Codex

High stakes Heartbreaks Fumbling Mistakes Genuinely Hated Baited, but Not bated Moth, flame Touché Hot, cold Blame game
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The Path to Courage

Vulnerability. Integrity. Courage. Open your arms wide to vulnerability, while walking in integrity, so that you can let courage in….
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Hollow Night

Identity is a tricky thing. Our hearts long to be understood, and identity can, in some ways, provide a solution for that (through community, through finding our “tribe”). But what happens when we find our identity in something that’s fleeting? A person in our life? A relationship? A career that may or may not pan…
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Midnight in Paris

Stillness, like a heavy cloak, stretches around me. Hugging myself, I amble toward the parking lot. My ears detect the sound of rushing water. A fountain sits at the center of the plaza. I pause, listening. Watching. Lights reflect off the glossy streams cascading through the stone fountain. This place is like a dreamscape, a…
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