Veiled Whispers of the Heart’s Silent Dance

In the quiet chambers of my heart’s abode,
A secret ember of affection glowed,
For you, a friend so dear and true,
But silence veiled what I wished to show.

A symphony of feelings danced within,
Yet fear of change gripped me, my friend,
For I treasured the bond we’d cultivated,
And dreaded the chance it might rend.

When you drew close, my heart took flight,
Aflutter, it soared to new heights,
But I held back the words that longed to escape,
For fear they would change our shared lights.

I kept my feelings locked within,
In the caverns deep, where no light could dim,
I buried them deep, or so I thought,
But emotions, like rivers, persistently swim.

The universe held these emotions in care,
A cosmic plan beyond what we’re aware,
It whispered, “Patience, let time unfold,
When the stars align, your truths will bear.”

So I kept my sentiments hidden away,
Hoping one day they’d see the light of day,
In the meantime, I cherished our moments,
As friends, side by side, come what may.

The tides of time flowed ever on,
As I continued to stand, emotions withdrawn,
Till one fateful day, the universe decreed,
The feelings I kept were no longer foregone.

With stars as witnesses, I finally confessed,
Bared my heart, let my emotions be expressed,
To my surprise, you smiled and said,
You’d been feeling the same, in silence, suppressed.

The depths of my soul I had delved to hide,
The feelings that blossomed, couldn’t be denied,
Our friendship, it seemed, was meant to evolve,
As the universe wove our paths to coincide.

So fear not to feel, to let your heart free,
For the universe knows what’s meant to be,
In the delicate dance of friendship and love,
It guides us to moments of serendipity.

Conversations of Integration

23/08/14

 

Dr. Seraphina Rivers, with gentle concern,
Speaks to her patient, these lessons to 
discern.
"Within you, dear one, reside various selves,
Each with their own desires and stories to 
delve.

The one who sabotaged the relationship's 
domain, May not be the sole voice, let me 
explain.
Suppressing others breeds a hungry beast,
Whose only goal is to devour, to feast.

Listen, embrace, and understand them all, 
For in their harmony, healing shall befall.
Release the cage, let each voice be heard,
Discover the wisdom within, untamed and 
stirred.

By integrating these aspects, you'll find a 
way,
To reason, to heal, and lead a brighter day.
Acknowledge their needs, their desires true,
And through self-compassion, find a 
breakthrough.

No longer adversaries, but parts to embrace, 
Unite them in harmony, find a 
sacred space.
For your true power lies in integration's art, 
Dr. Seraphina Rivers, guiding your heart.

Together we'll navigate this inner terrain,
Embracing your characters, releasing the 
strain.
Let not the hungry beast control your mind, 
But unite your selves, a harmony defined.

With patience and self -discovery you shall 
find,
Integration and healing, an enlightened 
mind.
Dr Seraphina Rivers, here to guide your 
quest,
Embrace your inner characters, and find 
your best."

Warriors Echo

23/7/4

Version 1

In the depths of battle's fiery embrace,
A voice awakens, relentless in peace.
Whispering secrets, urging me to stand,
To wield my weapon with unwavering hand.

Inside my soul, it echoes with might,
A call to arms, dispelling all fright.
No matter the damage, my body may bear,
I press forward, fueled by an eternal flare.

The voice resounds, a steadfast guide,
Through the darkest hours, it won't subside.
Leaking blood, a small cost to endure,
For victory's taste, so sweet and pure.

Even when my functions begin to wane,
The voice declares I shall rise again,
A warrior's spirit, undying and strong,
To fulfill my purpose, where I belong.

For in this symphony of chaos and strife,
I march ahead, embracing this life.
The voice, my anthem, forever rings true,
Inspiring valor, forging me anew.

So heed this tale of the voice within,
Embrace its fervor, let the battle begin.
For warriors arise, unyielding, and brave,
Till the final victory, their souls shall engrave.

Version 2

In the depths of battle's hellish blaze,
A voice emerges, harsh and bleak,
Whispering curses, compelling me to stay,
To brandish my weapon with despairing streak.
Within my soul, it howls with dread,
A call to arms, sowing seeds of dread.
No matter the torment, my body may face,
I trudge onward, burdened by relentless pace.

The voice resounds, an unwavering guide,
Through the blackest hours, refusing to hide.
Spilling blood, a sacrifice I endure,
For victory's semblance, obscured and impure.

Even as my essence begins to decay,
The voice insists I shall rise, decayed and frayed,
A warrior's ghost, unyielding and grim,
To fulfill my purpose, where life grows dim.

For in this discordant symphony of pain,
I march ahead, embracing my own disdain.
The voice, my requiem, ceaselessly screams,
Injecting valor, tearing at my seams.

So heed this chronicle of the voice inside,
Embrace its torment, let the battle collide.
For warriors emerge, unyielding, yet drenched,
Till the final slaughter, their souls eternally quenched.


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.

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.