Like a woman in child labor

For most women labor hurts a lot, but not only can your heart take it, so can the rest of your body. You’re going to be fine! Just hang on a little tighter, encourage yourself by any means possible. Eventually, when a woman holds her baby in her arms, all of the pain doesn’t matter anymore. When you get to the light after the dark tunnel, all of the hurt won’t matter anymore! … More Like a woman in child labor

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Falling Lines

When does love turn to hate?

How is strength measured?

Who decides the manifestations of love and hate?

How do you measure strength and weakness?

Till they are all masked, explained with cause, how do you decipher?

When does the line begin and where does it end? … More Falling Lines

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I love my worth and respect more than I can ever love you

Love,

The kind where you are passionate to help me be better than my best,

The kind where you are keen to appreciate every good opportunity I represent.

The kind where I am realistic about the passion and vision that you offer,

The kind where I follow you unto the ends of the world so blindly. … More I love my worth and respect more than I can ever love you

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Surprise Me!

August,

Grand, Majestic, Eminent,

The beginning of the magnificent evidences to come.

They say 7 is the number of perfection,

Toiling 7 months in the year,

Rewards and recognition in the 8th is welcomed.

Surprise me, August … More Surprise Me!

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Celebration with Reservations

I saw a picture message on Instagram on Sunday asking people to drop comments to describe their fathers. I was shocked at the alarming number of insulting comments and curses by people to their Dads. Like seriously? “He-goat”, “Bastard”, “What does that even mean?”, “There’s no such word in my dictionary”. And I wondered, how does a father, who is supposed to be the epitome of honor and pride in the family become such object of ridicule and hate? … More Celebration with Reservations

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Put me back together

Looking for exoneration,

Till I found the only liberation lives within.

Now, the plan is changed.

Put me back together.

Not for what the world gives,

But for the peace and joy that glows from within,

For the expressions of adventures to come.

I believe in me.

Putting the puzzles back together,

I’m putting myself back together. … More Put me back together

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