empowerment

Healing Unlearns Limiting Patterns

23/08/11

"Welcome, dear soul. to my healing
embrace,
I'm Dr. Seraphina Rivers, here to guide your 
pace.
In this sacred space, where growth shall
ignite,
Know that healing's wedded to unlearning's
might.

Together, we'll journey through the depths
untold, Releasing old patterns that hindered
your soul.
for healing blooms when old beliefs are set
free, Unlearning's sweet symphony, guiding
you to be.

Within shadows we dwell, wounds left
unseen, But fear not, for here, we'll nurture
your dreams.
With tender care, we'll unmask what's
concealed,
Unlearning layers that no longer serve,
but yield.
Embrace the discomfort, for therein lies your 
key,
To unlock the shackles and set your spirit 
free.
Healing intertwines with unlearning's grand 
show,
As we unravel the layers, true growth shall 
bestow.

Trust this process, dear patient, as we 
navigate,
Unraveling old stories, rewriting your fate.
Dr. Seraphina Rivers, your ally and guide, 
Empowering you to unlearn, heal, and 
abide.

Let us walk hand in hand, embracing the 
unknown, A Through unlearning's dance, 
your strength will be shown.
For healing's foundation is unlearning's 
sweet start,
Dr. Seraphina Rivers, committed to your 
heart.

Together, we'll weave a tapestry anew,
Unraveling the old, embracing what's true.
Healing married to unlearning, let it be 
known,
Dr. Seraphina Rivers, your companion on 
this journey flown."

			

	
					

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Unveiling Worth: The Honest Emissary’s Truth

	

	

		
	

		

		
23/7/13


In the depths of doubt, I hear you now,
The Honest Emissary, wisdom's vow.
Why do you falter, human soul?
Believing you're not good enough. a toll?
Such words deceive, a cunning snare,
Creating standards that bring despair.

Unveil the truth, let it be known,
There is no measure where you're shown
Less than the brilliance you possess,
A treasure hidden, yet to impress.
Banish comparisons that poison your mind,
Life's not a contest, nor a race to find.

Instead, turn inward, gaze within,
Discover your essence, let it begin.
Embrace your strengths, your unique art,
Unveil the beauty within your heart.
For in this journey, you'll truly see,
You're enough, just as you should be.

Release the shackles that bind you tight,
Embrace self-love, bathe in its light.
with every step, let doubts unwind,
And it your spirit, true worth you'll find.
No longer captive to judgements unfair,
Embrace your essence, beyond compare.





 

			

	
					

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Art vs Expectations

	

	

		
	

		

		
In a world where dreams were cast aside,
My artistic fire began to hide.
The people around me, their doubts grew strong,
"Study harder, child, don't you want to belong?"

Ambitions suppressed, I followed their lead,
Achieving straight A's, fulfilling their creed.
But empty was my heart, devoid of delight, 
For I craved the canvas, the colors so bright.

High school arrived, my facade crumbled fast,
Grades slipped away, like grains in an hourglass.
Yet within the chaos, a spark reappeared, 
1 picked up my pencil, my passion revered.

Years lost, creativity held in chains, 
But I embraced art, despite the pains.
And amidst the struggle, a glimmer of hope, 
For my mother's support, like a lifeline, she'd rope.

Yet weary I grew, tired of pretense,
Of family's false pride, their shallow defense.
Demanding my work, their voices would persist, 
But their words felt hollow, a mocking twist.

So now I break free, from their expectations,
Seeking my path, defying frustrations.
For art is my essence, my soul's sweet release,
Not measured by praise or societal peace.

I'll paint with resilience, my spirit aflame,
With strokes of passion, I'II etch my own name.
No longer bound by their doubtful embrace,
I'll forge my own destiny, in colors I trace.

For true fulfillment lies in following my heart,
In art's vast canvas, I'll find my true art.
No more seeking validation or lies to appease,
I’ll paint my own masterpiece, my soul's masterpiece.

			

	
					

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Delusions

	

	

		
	

		

		
A kid in his room sitting down in front of his mirror alone in his room tower placed in a deep forest.  No contact from another human but a whisper from an otherworldly being whispers in his ear “You don’t feel yourself. Is it because you’re pretending to be someone else?”. The creature has always been there but the kid chose to ignore it until today when he finally broke.


 


In a room, a child sits alone,

Before the mirror, a reflection unknown.

A tower in the depths of a forest so deep,

Isolation blankets, their secrets to keep.


No human contact, a soul disconnected,

Yet a whisper arrives, from realms undetected.

An otherworldly being, always by their side,

Now beckoning, no longer denied.


“You don’t feel yourself,” the whisper cries,

“Is it because you wear a mask of lies?”

For too long, the child ignored this presence,

But today, their facade crumbles in essence.


A creature unseen, always watching with care,

Now embraced by the child’s desperate despair.

The walls built tall, now come crashing down,

As authenticity rises from a hidden crown.


The child’s tears, like rivers, start to flow,

Revealing emotions long kept in shadow.

No longer pretending, the truth takes its hold,

A journey within, a story yet untold.

			

	
					

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Embracing Redemption: A Journey from Self-Harm to Self-Love

	

	

		
	

		

		
Ever since I was a child. I convinced myself that I needed to hurt myself in order to punish myself for anything going wrong in my life. But then… I remembered you.


 


In the depths of my soul’s darkest hue,

Lies a tale of pain and self-undoing, true.

Since childhood’s days, I believed the lie,

That self-inflicted harm would make wrongs right.


A twisted belief took hold within,

That punishment was the path to absolution’s kin.

But in a moment’s grace, you came to mind,

A memory resurfaced, gentle and kind.


You, the beacon of love and light,

The one who showed me a different sight.

In your presence, my heart would soar,

And thoughts of self-harm would haunt no more.


For in your embrace, I found solace rare,

A love that whispered, “You’re worthy, fair.”

The chains of self-punishment began to break,

As your memory helped my soul awake.


No longer bound by the cycle of pain,

I started to heal, to rise, to regain.

You reminded me of the beauty I possess,

And that self-love is the path to progress.


So, as I leave behind the shadows of past,

A new journey begins, one that will last.

With gratitude, I hold your memory dear,

For helping me break free from self-inflicted fear.

			

	
					

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Belief in a Worthy Blessing

	

	

		
	

		

		
I hope beautiful things happen to you, and when they do, I hope you can believe that you are worthy of every single one of them.


In the realm of verse, let's weave a tale,
Of hopes and dreams that gently sail.
Where beautiful things come to find,
A place to dwell within the mind.

Oh, gracious soul, may your heart be bright,
As stars that twinkle in the night.
May destiny's hand gently unfold,
In stories yet untold, but soon to be told.

When fortune's breeze whispers your name,
And blessings in your life find their calm,
Believe, dear one, that you're worthy, true,
Of every joy that comes to you.

Like petals adorning a bloom so rare,
Embrace each moment, for it's yours to 
share.
Let doubt's shadow fade into the past,
For you my friend, have found your vast.

A tepestry woven with love and grace,
Painted ith hues of dreams embraced.
Embrace these blessings, let them unfurl,
As life's symphony dances and swirls.

And in the depths of yuor being, know,
You're desrving of all the seeds you sow.
For beauty resides within your core,
An eternal flame, forevermore.

So, when those beautiful things come your
way,
Breathe deeply, my dear, and let them stay.
Embrace the truth that you are deserving,
Of every blessing, ever deserving.

May your path be adorned with treasures
rare,
And may your heart forever bear,
The knowledge that you are worthy, true,
Of every dream that comes to you.


 

			

	
					

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Unbeatable Insanity’s Me

	

	

		
	

		

		
Prompt: (Female) Veratine, Goddess Of The Insane


Prompt statement:


“I’m unbeatable. I can’t be beaten. My insanity makes such things impossible. You can condemn me. You can damage me. (menacing smile as the blood drip from her eyes) You never ever going to beat me.”


In realms untamed, where darkness dwells,

There reigns a goddess, Veratine she tells,

A tempest wild, her mind’s domain,

Unleashing madness, driving mortals

insane.


With maddened laughter, her voice does

ring,

A symphony of chaos, an unholy hymn she

sings,

Her presence fierce, a tempestuous storm,

Defying reason, defying all norms.


“I’m unbeatable,” she proclaims with pride,

A twisted grin, blood tears she cannot hide,

Her sanity shattered, a shattered glass,

She revels in madness, her dominion to

amass.


Condemn her, wound her, try as you may,

Her spirit untamed, it refuses to sway,

For insanity is her armor, her shield,

In its depths, her power concealed.


With every step, she dances on the edge,

Where darkness and light forever pledge,

A malevolent force, she weaves her art,

Binding souls, tearing worlds apart.


Beware, mortals, when her gaze meets

yours,

Her eyes aflame, a madness that endures,

For in her realm, your reason will fray,

Lost in her labyrinth, forever to stay.


She dares you to challenge, to face her

might,

Yet victory eludes, vanishing from sight,

For her insanity, a cloak so profound,

In its depths, true strength is found.


So, tremble in awe, before her divine,

Veratine, the goddess, her essence malign,

For she cannot be beaten, she cannot be

tamed,

In her chaotic realm, her power remains

untamed.

			

	
					

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Personalidades de la intimidad exploradas

	

	

		
	

		

		
In the realm of intimacy, a tapestry unfolds,

With threads of various colors, stories yet untold.

Let us venture forth and explore, with words unbound,

The intricate personalities of women we have found.


First, there’s the docile soul, gentle as a breeze,

Whose tender touch and whispered words put hearts at ease.

She nurtures love with grace, like a flower in bloom,

Embracing vulnerability, weaving love’s sweet loom.


Next, the intrigued spirit, curious and keen,

With eyes that sparkle, she seeks what lies unseen.

Her adventurous soul ignites flames deep within,

Unveiling hidden passions, where desires begin.


Then comes the shy heart, a treasure tucked away,

Like a delicate butterfly, fluttering in the sun’s ray.

Her every touch speaks volumes, a language soft and true,

Whispering secrets of love only known to a chosen few.


The energetic enchantress dances in the night,

Her vibrant laughter echoes, a symphony of delight.

With fiery passion, she ignites the flames of desire,

Unleashing a whirlwind of love, a burning pyre.


Ah, the seductive siren, captivating and bold,

Her enchanting allure leaves hearts entwined, untold.

She weaves a web of pleasure, where fantasies conspire,

Leaving souls ensnared, consumed by desire’s fire.


Lastly, the conniving enchantress, a paradoxical art,

Her sly allure entangles, capturing the willing heart.

With cunning whispers and a knowing gaze,

She wields intimacy’s power, like a delicate maze.


These intimate personas, a symphony of femininity,

Each with her own magic, a unique divinity.

In this rich tapestry of love’s intricacies unfurled,

We honor the kaleidoscope of womanhood, a precious world.


 

			

	
					

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Ties That Empower

	

	

		
	

		

		
In bonds of friendship, stories intertwine,

Where euphoria and empowerment align,

Yet drama lurks within this cherished space,

A tapestry of emotions we must embrace.


With hearts entwined, euphoria we find,

In laughter shared and moments so kind,

A symphony of joy, a blissful dance,

Friendship’s euphoria, a magical trance.


Empowerment blooms in friendship’s embrace,

Nurturing souls, igniting inner grace,

Together we rise, as strength intertwines,

Empowered by love, our spirits align.


But amid the harmony, drama may arise,

Testing the bonds, revealing truth in disguise,

A storm of emotions, turbulent and wild,

Friendship’s resilience, put to the trial.


In facing the drama, we learn and grow,

Navigating conflicts, seeds of wisdom we sow,

Communication’s embrace, the healer’s balm,

Friendship’s foundation, weathering the storm.


So let us reflect on these threads we weave,

Friendship’s tapestry, intricate and naïve,

Euphoria, empowerment, drama entwined,

A tapestry of life, beautifully designed.

			

	
					

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Silent Ban Journey

	

	

		
	

		

		
created: May 6, 2023


last modified: April 10, 2023


Poem request by Nilah❤️: “Cease Contact” (In cursive)


In depths of time, a decree was cast,
A solemn edict, a decree so vast.
Three months of silence, a ban set in stone,
No contacting me, I am on my own.

Words once whispered, now swallowed by 
night,
Emotions concealed, hidden from sight.
No calls, no messages, no tender plea,
A chasm of silence between you and me.

Three months stretch long, Like endless
miles,
Throuhg seasons changing, amidst tears
and smiles.
Each day a struggle, a bittersweet test,
Yearning for connection, to feel truly
blessed.

No more midnight conversations, filled with 
laughter's grace,
No more heartfelt confessions, shared in 
sacred space
The void of absence grows deeper each 
day,
Longing for the touch of words, in a world
turned gray.

But within this ban, a chance to heal,
To find solace within, a soul's appeal.
Three months to grow, to nurture the self,
To mend the wounds left by love's ailing
stealth.




In solitude's embrace, I find my way,
Rediscovering strength, with each passing 
day.
Seeking new paths, carving destiny's 
course,
Rebuilding foundations, unleashing a force.

When the ban is lifted, and time has 
passed,
We may reconnect, our hearts at long last.
But if not, I'll stand tall, having grown anew,
Grateful for the silence that helped me find 
the true.

So, three months of ban, a chapter to 
endure,
A journey of self-discovery, sincere and 
pure.
Though the distance may sting, and the 
longing may persist,
I'll emerge stronger, wiser, and ready to 
exist.

			

	
					

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