Personal Growth

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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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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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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Telstra’s Resolve

	

	

		
	

		

		
“What are you doing? Why are you still holding…back?! Have you forgotten what they said to us? What they did? They think you’re a monster!! Prove them RIGHT!!!”


Telstra Spinx


In a moment of tempestuous plight,

Telstra’s powers flicker, a dormant might,

“What are you doing? Why hold back the flame?

Have you forgotten their words, their cruel game?


They label you a monster, an abhorrent sight,

But their ignorance blinds them from your true light.

Unleash the fury that dwells deep within,

Prove them right, let the storm begin!


For they know not the strength you possess,

The resilience within, the power to impress.

Rise, oh Telstra, embrace your might,

Unleash your essence, ignite the night!


No more shall their judgment chain you down,

No longer will you wear society’s frown.

With defiance as your guide, your spirit alight,

Prove them right, let your powers take flight!


Break the shackles, set your soul free,

Embrace the monster they claim you to be.

In your flames, their doubts shall ignite,

A testament to the power they failed to sight.


Oh Telstra, let their whispers fade,

Your destiny awaits, in darkness you wade.

Prove them right, let your strength unfurl,

For within your heart, an extraordinary world.”

			

	
					

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Love’s Dual Essence

	

	

		
	

		

		
Quote: “I only ever thought there were two kinds of love; the kind you’ll kill for, and the kind you’ll die for; but you my darling, you were the kind of love I would live for.”


In realms of love, where passions
intertwine,
Two archetypes emerge, distinct and
divine,
One, fierce and wild, ablaze in the heart,
A love so potent, it could tear worlds apart.

The kind you'd fight for, against all odds,
A love so fierce, it defies the gods.
A flame that consumes, with a fervent
desire,
Burning bright, setting souls afire.

Then there's the love that holds a hue different
hue,
a love where tenderness and grace shine
through.
A love that whispers softly, like a gentle
breeze,
A love that nurtures, outting souls at ease.

You, my darling, are a love of he latter kind,
A love that transcends, gentle and refined.
A love that grants life new purpose and
worth,
A love I'd choose to chrish, to love for on
this earth.

For in your eyes, a universe I find,
Where love's pure essence forever
wnwined.
With you, my dear, life blooms with delight,
A love that sustains, casting away the night.

No longer just kind to kill or die,
But a love that ignites the will to truly fly.
With you, my darling, love takes on new
form,
A love that transcends, like a perfect storm.

So let us journey, hand in hand,
forevermore,
Embracing this love we've come to adore.
For you, my darling, are the love I'll live for,
A live that whispers of eternity's lore.



			

	
					

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Silent Solace: Crying as an Expression

	

	

		
	

		

		
quote: “Crying is just the way your eyes speak when your mouth can’t explain how broken your heart is.”


Tears gently fall, a silent stream,
When words fail to convey what the heart has seen,
Crying, a language of the eyes so deep,
Unveiling the pain, the wounds that we keep.

In the depths of sorrow, a heart left shattered,
When life's storms have battered and scattered,
The tears become whispers, a voice in disguise,
Expressing the anguish that words can't comprise.

For crying is a symphony, a soul's lament,
When grief runs deep, emotions unbent,
Each tear, a melody, a tale untold,
A language of pain, where secrets unfold.

In the realm of tears, the heart finds release,
A moment to heal, to find inner peace,
For when words fall short, emotions concealed,
Crying becomes the solace, the heart's truest shield.

Through tear-stained eyes, the truth finds its way,
In the unspoken sorrow, where pain holds sway,
When the world seems broken, the heart left scarred,
Crying becomes the bridge, where healing is marred.

So let the tears flow, let them gently speak,
For they carry the weight of the heart so weak,
In each drop, a story, a depth of despair,
Crying becomes the language, a heart's heartfelt prayer.

For when the mouth falters, unable to explain,
The eyes become poets, revealing the pain,
Crying becomes the solace, the heart's embrace,
A testament to strength, in vulnerability's grace.

So let the tears fall, let them freely flow,
For they hold the power, the heart's overflow,
Crying, a language of the soul's broken art,
Speaking volumes when the mouth can't impart.

In the symphony of tears, the heart finds release,
Through silent weeping, the brokenness finds peace,
For crying is just the way, the eyes' gentle plea,
When words fail to express the heart's agony.


 

			

	
					

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Risus Absentis

	

	

		
	

		

		
In moments when my presence wanes,
When solitude's embrace remains,
Recall the foolish words we'd share,
To soothe the ache of absence's glare.

Think not of absence, but of wit,
The jovial banter, bit by bit,
For though I'm distant, far away,
My spirit dances, free to play.

Imagine laughter in the air,
a symphony of jests we'd share,
In every word, a tender thread,
To gently mend what time has shed.

Let silly tales and jests resound,
Within your heart, let mirth abound,
For though we're parted, side by side,
The echoes linger, cannot hide.

So let my voice, in memories stored,
Bring solace when emotions pour,
May laughter guide you weary soul,
And tears dissolve in humor's roll.

Though absent now, I'm not truly gone,
In jests and quips, I still live on,
So let these words, a comforting balm,
Transform your tears into a calming psalm.

			

	
					

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Shadows Unveiled: The Light’s Ascendant Resilience

	

	

		
	

		

		
In shadows deep, where darkness dwells,

A mantra whispers, its tale it tells.

“Never flinch, Never fear, Never forget,”

Mia Corvere’s creed, a soul beset.


With eyes unyielding, she faces the night,

A heart aflame, fueled by inner light.

No trembling before the daunting unknown,

In the face of danger, she stands alone.


Never flinch, for weakness has no place,

A spirit unbroken, with steadfast grace.

Through trials and tests, she stands tall,

Her resolve unshaken, she’ll conquer all.


Never fear, for bravery’s her shield,

A warrior’s spirit, unconcealed.

She walks the path with courageous might,

Defying shadows, embracing the fight.


Never forget, memories fuel her fire,

Each scar a reminder, a burning desire.

To seek justice, vengeance she demands,

No wrongs unnoticed, held within her hands.


In Mia’s creed, her spirit takes flight,

A symphony of strength, an unwavering light.

In the realm of shadows, she claims her role,

A force unrelenting, an indomitable soul.


So heed her words, let them echo true,

Within your heart, let them guide you through.

For in the darkness, where fears may creep,

Embrace the mantra, eternally keep.


Never flinch, Never fear, Never forget,

A creed of resilience, no challenge unmet.

With Mia’s spirit, let your own be met,

And rise above, your destiny be set.

			

	
					

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Whispers of Resilience

	

	

		
	

		

		
In the realm where words collide,

A conversation, a power divide.

“Speaking to me is a privilege!” they decree,

Stripping away privileges, can’t you see?


But come, child, take a step with me,

Into the abyss, where courage sets us free.

Look at all you’ve done, your journey unfurled,

Does disappointment lurk? “Pettumus?” it’s hurled.


Hmph, your brain still works, it’s true,

Yet the scars within, they paint their hue.

You’re damaged, that much is clear,

But strength emerges, even through tears.


For in this tapestry of dominance and plight,

We navigate through darkness, seeking light.

The voice of authority tries to impede,

Yet we march forward, fulfilling our need.


Speaking to you is a privilege, indeed,

For your spirit soars, refusing to concede.

No matter the doubts, the wounds you bear,

You’re resilient, a soul with stories to share.


So let the power dynamics fade away,

Embrace the invitation, seize the day.

In your damaged heart, a flame still burns,

For in vulnerability, strength quietly returns.


Through the ebb and flow of this poetic dance,

We rise above, reclaiming our stance.

The privilege lies not in their hollow decree,

But in the courage to be authentically free.

			

	
					

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