The battle back yourself is one you can win #poetry #poem #depressionsupport #healingpoetry

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Some wounds come from being rejected. Others come from being invited in—only to discover that your presence was never meant to be welcomed. I have grieved at tables that made me question my worth. I have mistaken their inability to make room for proof that I did not belong. But there is a

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I will no longer mourn for what could be we were meant for better, there is a place for me. #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #worthy #selflove

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The one that was free Save this poem for the days you forget that who you are underneath is special, and magic and worthy. That for all the ways the world would break you, being yourself is a testament to the indomitable nature of your spirit. You deserve to be seen and known. I'll be here w

keep going, keep moving with grace, the rest of your life is the sum of pages yet to be written and over them you do have a say. Save this for the days you need a reminder that so much of your story is unfinished, so much good is yet to come.. one step, one foot in front of the other, celebrat

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Maybe she never meant to fly #poetrycommunity #poetry #phoenix #survival

Save this for the days you need a reminder of just how far you've come #worthy #poetry #phoenix #survivor

Save this for the days you need a reminder of just how far you’ve come #worthy #poetry #phoenix

Save this for the days you need a reminder that perfection was never required. That there is immense immeasurable value in the becoming you do from the ashes... of everything before. - R. Hendry #poetryaesthetic #poetrypeople #poemssociety #poetryquotes

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A visual study on becoming, imperfection, and the value we possess long before we’ve finished growing. — R. Hendry #poetry #healing

Hope is this strange little thing, the way it grows more like a weed, than a flower with its stubborn, indomitable way. For all the hurt, the pain, the anger, the very concrete laid and walls built to stifle you, hope would demand you fight your way through. and when you do... Oh how hope bl