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Rooted Dreams

By Sanai
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I stand tall— nothing new, I stand all day long. Though I stay in one place, I’ve seen so many things: countless birds playing in the breeze, the changing colors on the leaves, all kinds of critters living amongst me. Please don’t fret, for I am happy to share— better to have chaos around than lonely despair. There are days when it feels I’m all alone, when the birds fly away or the critters find a new home. When the sun sets for the day and the moon finally goes to sleep, I’m left here— left to just be. Standing tall is all I seem to do— no dancing for me, no adventures coming soon, no seeing the ocean come into view. I wish I could get up— just get up and go, run as fast as I can to see what this world holds. Though I may reach heights that go to the sky, my long-stretched arms still can’t fly. My home is where I was born, and it is where I’ll someday die. Standing is my purpose, so I am going to stand tall— stand here and give a home to all creatures, big...
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A Moment of Clarity

By Sanai
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  The raindrops seem to be in a race with time, Cascading down the surface until it’s time to bind, bind once again becoming a part of a cycle that has no end. There is one on its own clock, longingly sliding in no rush to rejoin the fray, almost as if it wants to stay away. Stay on its own, exploring the new. In some ways, this raindrop is you. Slow and timid, weightless and pure, flowing and free. Poet reflection: Writing this poem was like exhaling for the first time in a long time. It made me realize how easy it is to be so wrapped up in life, love, careers, and family that we never take the time to slow down and enjoy the pleasure of just being. I heard a quote that really stuck with me. It goes, "Life isn't about how many breaths you take, it's about the moments that take your breath away." If we are always trying to beat time at its own race before we know it, the moments that mattered would have gone, and the only proof you have is the air in your lungs. Ch...
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Only The Thorns Remember

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 Garden of thorn’s Once overpowered by the potent smell of roses and trees, Filled with honey and bees, Littered with laughter and love, Bathed in sunlight, Kissed by sweet rain. Now the thorns have grown, Nourished by broken promises, Seeded with pain, Picked with hate, Soiled with greed. Thorns seek no beauty in gardens, Only the pain that it feels when hurt. Poet reflection: When I wrote this poem, I'll admit I was in an angry place with my life and myself. This poem to me represents how even the most beautiful things can feel the deepest pain. Sooner or later, all the trials and tribulations make you build a suit of armor and protect yourself. I've come to realize that having armour isn't a bad thing; all living creatures have their own form of armor. The walls we build aren't much different from the thorns that grow on roses. Just because one is timid to share their beauty doesn't mean they aren't willing to let the right one slip past the thorn...
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Getting Through The What-Ifs?

By Sanai
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Welcome back, fabulous people! This week's topic is about how to handle when your brain won't stop asking the annoying question of what-ifs.  Fun fact: Did you know that the human brain has 6,000 to 70,000 thoughts a day, which roughly comes out to 48.6 thoughts per minute? I'm not sure about you, but that seems insane to me. I'm telling you this fact because if you are like me, most of the time your thoughts are a storm of what-ifs. Now, there is a reason our brain does this; the simple answer is control. Everyone wants to be in control of their own life, so when we make a decision that we are unsure of, all we can think about is "what if I didn't do that?" "What if I do this instead?" It's our mind's way of making predictions so we can be prepared for the situations we can't control. Under most circumstances, asking what if isn't a bad thing, as it can help you figure out what the next best course of action will be for you. The ...
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Love And Memory

By Sanai
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I remember my shaking hands and tear-soaked cheeks I remember replaying the terrible things you said to me I remember feeling stuck in quicksand, forever sinking faster I remember when you told me you finally found…her Her was not me I remember a time when I wanted the “her” you found to be I remember when I thought your presence was the only way I could breathe I remember talking about the day you would get on one knee I remember we were happy All in without a doubt Now your love is what I’ve learned to live without I remember the good, and I remember the bad I remember when you hated making me sad At some point, it all changed; it’s like a spark went boom Now we walk our own paths Trying to forget there was a me and you Though the memories peak through, sometimes more than I would permit I do not regret the love It’s proof that I lived To live is to love And love can bring pain The love I give will never bring me shame I’ve made my mistakes, and I’ve made peace with them too I gave m...
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The Mask We Must Wear

By Sanai
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We are all shapeshifters Twisting and turning our emotions Don't feel, don't show These are what we learned All on societal terms What do we get in return? Each tear reduced to the excuse of the wind Every cry for help silenced by your own hand Being human has become a hazard The simple task too hard to complete Poet reflection: This poem hits a soft spot in me, and that's how I meant for it to go for those who read it. Observing people and experiencing interactions with many, I believe the one thing everyone has in common is the mask we wear to hide the true version of ourselves, out of fear and judgment. Our masks were made to protect ourselves from society's opinion and personal projections, but now they have become cages of our own making. Being who you are should never feel like a burden because we are all different and special, but we all bleed, bruise, and feel. This is everyone's first time at life, so why try to be someone else's idea of perfec...
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Month Of Love🩷❤️

By Sanai
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 Hello, fabulous people! I have missed you all, so sorry for going MIA. Between work and getting my life back on track, I fell into autopilot; however, I am back now.   First things first, happy February to all the lovers out there! We are only on day three of this cold weather; however, it is still one of my favorite months.  It's hard not to be in the spirit for Valentine's Day. I understand how it can be a little intimidating for those who are single, seeing couples celebrate and shove their love in your face. Good thing you have me here to take the intimidation away. Generally, Valentine's Day focuses on couples and things of that nature. However, it's easy to forget that you can show yourself love and those you care about. It doesn't have to be a romantic situation for you to feel special!!  I remember growing up, and every year on Valentine's Day, my mother would surprise my siblings and me with baskets filled with candy and gifts. It made us so very happy...
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Love Refused to Let Us Fade

By Sanai
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 Two souls wandering No place to call home they carry pain so devastating they swore to walk the world alone Two souls who know love wanted nothing more than to be near needing it to breathe needing it to see clear now love holds all they fear Two souls who were once flesh and bone now weightless beings no emotion to be shown As they travel this plane neither know they exist both feel a pull they try to resist They know how this goes they would rather stay away from the mess as the heart they once owned feels torn to pieces in their chest Too scared to give in what if there is nothing left to give better to walk the world a ghost than to love and live. No matter the logic love is a force these two souls can’t resist two souls no longer wandering, now venturing towards whatever this is. As they meet face to face, sparks isn’t the word as they look, they can see one another's scars, pain, and hurt Instead of running they walk slowly prolonging their embrace Two souls once...
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Before Tomorrow Arrives

By Sanai
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 The days are long, but that’s what makes the night so sweet. When the world is at rest and you are alone in your corner of peace. When the troubles of the day have faded away with the sun, and the journeys of tomorrow have quietly begun. However, let’s not move too quick. Tomorrow is near and coming fast. All we want is for the sweet night to last. It doesn’t have to be long— just a few minutes longer will do. As I wish that for all your long days, there are sweet nights waiting for you.
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Rewriting the Rhythm💆🏾‍♀️

By Sanai
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Hello, fabulous people! Hope you all are staying warm on this beautiful Wednesday, so it's officially the middle of the week, and man, am I glad it's almost Friday. My week had been suspiciously calm (those who get it get it) I'm waiting for the curve ball to come and knock me on my ass.  Why is that, though? You know, when most people are having a good week, they just take it for what it is and move on. However, if you are like me and find it hard to let a good week be just that, then let's talk about it, shall we?  Truthfully, I don't have all the answers, but I feel like for those of us who are high-wired and always kept on our toes when it's time to relax or have a moment of peace, it's so hard to enjoy it. Life seems to be constantly throwing us through a loop, you know, for me personally, it's hard to let my guard down even when I'm having a good time because of past experiences.  It just seems like every time I can exhale and loosen up for a s...
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When Love Turns Into Echos

By Sanai
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Why are you still everywhere I look? Hiding in all the corners of my life. Creeping along the borders of my sanity, words I've wished to hear you speak spoken by strangers— words that could be easily said. You just chose silence instead. I still see you in my mind hoping that it's enough this time. Enough to know the love we shared. Enough to know you once cared— even if this is no longer the truth. I know the stars hold my time with you. Someday soon, you will become a ghost of my past. Now I know not all love is meant to last.
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LGR!(Let's Get Real)

By Sanai
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  Hello, fabulous people! Hope all is well in your beautiful lives. Let's get into it, shall we? This section of my blog is called "Let's Get Real."   Here is where I'll talk about the ups and downs of everyday life. I want this space to be a place where the readers can share their stories and have their voices heard. This space is meant to encourage connection, not judgment. My goal is to create a community where we can sit with life’s difficult moments together and find meaning in them. If you feel comfortable, you’re welcome to email your story, thoughts, or writing to me at sanaitucker37@gmail.com.  Selected submissions may be featured (with your permission) in a “Let’s Get Real” post, where I respond through reflection, poetry, or thoughtful discussion. If you aren't comfortable with your story being shared, I will respond regardless, and any readers who wish to share their stories but would like to remain anonymous are still welcome to share. Warning: th...
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A Glow That Never Leaves

By Sanai
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  Look at the light, the way it shines just right, The way its golden hue mimics honey and sunflowers too. Look at the light, the way it shines through the night— its soft glow reaching the darkest of places, bringing smiles to the saddest of faces. Look at the light as the glow highlights your skin, showcasing your true beauty outside and within. The light you see is the light you’ve always known— the one that shines bright, promising to never let you face the dark alone.
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The Ways Of Healing

By Sanai
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  The ways of healing are the weirdest of feelings. Not all days are bad— most are good— but the ways of healing are often misunderstood. There are no winners; this race is yours alone— a race made to face all the you’s you’ve tried to replace. Healing can’t be put on a clock; more often than not, that’s when the healing stops. Take your time. Let your heart grieve. Grieve all that you’ve lost so it’s easier to breathe. Acknowledge the pain so you can find relief. Keep choosing yourself— and you will find peace.
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