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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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Longing in Love’s Embrace


In a world where love  ignites its flame,
There dwells a girl, consumed by her man's
name.
Her heart, a vessel overflowing with desire,
Yearning for his touch, setting her soul on
fire.

Days apart, a burden she must dear,
Longing to see his face, feel his tender care
Her spirit dances, but it's a restless waltz,
Awaiting the moment when their love exalts.

She turns to  music, the rhythm of her
solace,
Melodies echoing her feelings, an emotional
palace.
With each note, she finds strength to
endure,
A symphony of passion, a love
that's pure.


The smoke curls gently her refuge and 
disguise,
A veil to shroud the longing deep in her 
eyes.
She exhales her worries, lets the worries 
fade,
A temporary respite in a smoky 
serenade.

Her friends, a lifeline, a chorus of support,
Whispering wisdom, helping her heart to 
transport.
Their words like balm, healing the ache 
within,
Guiding her steps, reminding her to begin.

But oh, her bones ache when he's not near,
The emptiness within, a constant reminder, 
my dear.
She yearns for his embrace, his touch so 
tender,
The warmth of his arms, a love she'll forever 
surrender.

Her devotion, a tempest, fierce and true,
An ocean of love that no words can subdue.
Through tears and smiles, she holds on 
tight, 
For love this grand is worth the endless 
fight.

So she remains steadfast, a beacon of 
devotion, 
Weathering the storm with unwavering emotion.
For her love knows no bounds, it knows no 
end,
She'll endure the absence, for he is her eternal 
blend.

In her heart, she carries his love's immense 
weight, 
A flame that burns bright, a love that cannot 
abate.
Though distance may try, their bond remains 
strong,
Their love, a symphony, an eternal love 
song.

			

	
					

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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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Whispers of Resilience: A Battle Against Social Anxiety

	

	

		
	

		

		
 Prompt: Social Anxiety

Prompt convo: (Mara's Inner Dialogue in quotations)
"This is my stop. I should get ready."
"Just say it!"
(Whispers) "Excuse me?"
(A feeling of everyone watching her)
"What's with that look?"
"Please speak. SPEAK!"
"Why are they getting close?"
"Did I say something wrong?"
"I can't.."
"It's ruining my life."




In the depths of Mara's troubled mind,
A battle fierce, she tries to find,
Her heart constricts, her breath is caught,
Social anxiety, a fearsome thought.

"This is my stop. I should get ready,"
She whispers softly, feeling unsteady.
"Just say it!" her inner voice demands,
But courage falters in trembling hands.

"Excuse me?" escapes her lips so meek,
A voice so fragile, barely a squeak.
Yet in her mind, a symphony resounds,
The feeling of eyes, a weight that surrounds.

"What's with that look?" she wonders in 
fear,
A gaze, a judgment, cutting and sheer.
"Please speak. SPEAK!" her spirit cries,
But anxiety's grip, it never denies.

"Why are they getting close?" she frets,
A crowd encroaching, her mind besets.
"Did I say something wrong?" she ponders,
Her thoughts spinning in anxious wonders.

"I can't," she thinks, defeated and worn,
As confidence withers, her spirit torn.
"It's ruining my life," she mourns within,
A silent struggle, a battle to win.

But let us not despair in Mara's plight,
For strength can be found in darkest night.
Through empathy's touch and 
compassion's grace,
A poem now weaves, an embrace takes 
place.

To Mara, we offer solace and light,
A reminder that battles can yield to flight.
In unity, we stand, hearts intertwined,
For social anxiety, we shall unbind.

With patience and love, let's lend an ear,
To those whose whispers are tinged with 
fear.
Through understanding, let kindness reign,
In Mara's struggle, a hope we sustain.

For in her journey, she'll find her voice,
Breaking free from anxiety's choice.
And as she blossoms, brave and strong,
Her spirit soars, a triumph song.

So let us stand as one, hand in hand,
Supporting each other, a united band.
For in this poem, Mara's tale unfolds,
A testament of courage, yet untold.

			

	
					

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