forgiveness

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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Siblings’ Fiery Exchange

Prompt: Conversation between siblings

Prompt Conversation:

Shaati: (Grabs her sister by the color) And you dare call yourself human?!

Vylona: No, of course, I don’t. Neither should you (staring at her sister’s bloodied hands)

Shaati: Tch.

In the realm of sibling ties, emotions flare,
A fiery exchange, a tumultuous affair.
Shaati, with anger, grabs her sister's collar,
Questioning her humanity, causing the 
scene to holler.

Vylona, gazing at her sister's hands stained 
red,
Responds calmly, refusing to bow her head.
"No, I don't claim such title, nor should you," 
she declares,
A reflection in her eyes, pain and concern 
she wears.

The grip tightens, tension hangs in the air,
Words thrown like arrows, sharp and unfair.
Shaati's discontent, a bitter sound, "Tch,"
A fleeting expression, a voice of dismissal to 
catch.

Within the bounds of blood, conflict unfolds,
In this tapestry of emotions, their story 
holds.
In the depths of their bond, a tempest roars,
A tale of kinship, tested by life's countless 
scores.

But beneath the surface, a love remains 
strong,
Though disagreements persist, it won't be 
long,
For siblings to find solace, forgiveness to 
seek,
In the realm of compassion, unity they'll 
speak.

For the ties that bind, no storm can sever,
Through clashes and chaos, their bond will 
endeavor.
In the ebb and flow of life's relentless tide,
Their siblinghood endures, standing side by 
side.

So let the words fade, let the anger 
dissipate,
In the space between them, understanding 
awaits.
For in the tapestry of siblings' fierce 
contention,
Love's gentle thread weaves the ultimate 
redemption.
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