C.S. Lewis once wrote,
"I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief"
And I think we all needed to hear that.
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C.S. Lewis once wrote,
"I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief"
And I think we all needed to hear that.
the sound of november / zelda rangel
They never told me that kindness, like sunlight, warms the soul's darkest corners, and gratitude blooms quietly in the heart's secret garden.
The one condition I place upon life is not to be loved forever, but the simple certainty of having been loved, if only for a brief moment.
- Laura Chouette
I knew I could never have you,
And from day one,
That has been my truth;
But despite all odds,
My heart still rooted only for you;
Since the start,
I knew I'd lose this race,
I knew it would break my heart;
Yet I decided to run,
To feel the pain, to ache for you;
Because you, my dear, reign over my mind;
When you're with me, it freezes the time,
And for you I'd burn,
I'd burn for a lifetime,
Knowing it'll leave a scar;
A testimony of my love for you.
It's like I could never love anyone but you;
Because I only ever wanted it to be you.
Saumya Thapliyal
Daily Poem
The quiet room is still, the rushing world has slowed, As ink begins to trace the truths that long have flowed. With gentle, nudging friends beside her cozy seat, And one peach-faced companion in its calm retreat, She shapes her inner world, resilient, brave, and free— A quiet, steady spark of who she’s meant to be.
i have spent my whole life waiting,
and unfortunately,
it seems it will stay that way.
“Godhood is just like girlhood; a begging to be believed.”
- Kristin Chang, from “Churching”, published in the Up the Staircase Quarterly.