✨ Opening My Little Poetry Corner ✨

ShadowyourCircle November 19th, 2025

Hi everyone! I’ve been feeling the pull to start sharing some of my poems here. Little pieces of thought, emotion, and whatever my heart happens to spill onto the page. Writing has always helped me make sense of things, and I’m hoping that maybe my words can resonate with someone else too. You’re always welcome to reply, share how a piece made you feel, offer feedback, or even drop your own lines if something inspires you. I’m here to learn, grow, and connect. 💖

Whether you read quietly or join in, I’m grateful you’re here. Poems coming soon! 🌿

ShadowyourCircle OP November 19th, 2025

The Voices of Truth Can Never Shut Down

There’s a quiet courage

that lives in all of us!

A small, steady spark

that whispers when the world gets loud.

Some truths don’t shout.

They rise like morning light,

soft but unstoppable,

warming places we thought would stay cold.

Even when fear tries to dim them,

even when doubt builds walls

or silence settles heavy in our lungs.....

truth keeps breathing.

It travels through stories,

through trembling hands,

through voices that shake

but speak anyway.

And no matter who tries

to close the door on honesty,

it always finds another crack of light,

another way out.

Because truth isn’t noise.

It’s a pulse.

And pulses don’t stop.

Not really.

The voices of truth

can bend, break, tremble!

But they can never shut down.

ShadowyourCircle OP November 19th, 2025

Rising With Scars Shining Beautifully

I used to think scars were signs of weakness

quiet marks I should hide

shadows of moments I wished had never touched me.

But life has a way of teaching us softly

that every scar carries a story

and every story carries a strength

that cannot be erased.

I rise today with all that I have lived

with all the pieces I once thought were broken

and I see how they catch the light

in ways untouched skin never could.

There is beauty in surviving

in learning

in healing slowly

even when the world moves fast.

There is beauty in standing up again

in saying I am still here

in letting every healed line

shine like a reminder

that pain has passed

and hope remained.

I rise with my scars

not as proofs of what hurt me

but as gentle reminders

of everything I made it through.

And that is a kind of beauty

that never fades.

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stormieandpaws November 20th, 2025

@ShadowyourCircle

love this one a lot

scars are battle wounds that the scar tell the story on each battle we been in trigger warning even the scars we gave our selves' tell a story of great pain but also the story of overcoming the battles too

please look at each scar as being a battle wound that healed on the skin even if not within it also say how brave you be to still be here and healing remember healing a journey

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ShadowyourCircle OP November 20th, 2025

@stormieandpaws Thank you so much for your kind words. It truly means a lot to know that my poem reached you. I agree with you… scars really are healed wounds from the battles we have been through. They show how brave we were, even when everything felt overwhelming. We kept trying, we kept healing, and we kept choosing to rise again. Thank you for reminding us that healing is a magical journey to be our self. Every scar reminds us that we made it through something that tried to break us, and that we are still growing into new beginnings and new lessons. Thank you for reminding us that healing is a gentle and magical journey back to ourselves. 🤍✨

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PossumListener November 19th, 2025

A Possum With a Big Heart

There’s a little opossum

who shuffles through the night

with a heart far bigger

than anyone ever sees in the daylight.

He pauses at every fallen leaf,

every quiet corner,

as if the world itself

is something worth caring for.

He carries no armor,

no sharpened teeth on display,

just a gentle courage

that guides him on his way.

Others may call him odd

or overlook his glow,

but he keeps showing up

in every kind act he lets grow.

And maybe that’s the magic

of a heart that’s soft and true:

you don’t need to roar

to change a place

—you just keep being you.

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ShadowyourCircle OP November 19th, 2025

@PossumListener

Thank you for this little gentle story.

I can picture the opossum shuffling through the night,

carrying a quiet heart that shines in its own gentle way.

It makes me think that even the softest courage

and the smallest acts of care

can ripple quietly through the world.

Little kindhearted opossum's words remind me to notice

the tiny lights inside all of us,

and to keep showing up,

even when the night feels long,
even when we feel lost.
Because trusting this small light
is indeed magic.

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ShadowyourCircle OP November 19th, 2025

The Voice Inside Me

Last time I saw that I was there,

but truly I was not there at all.

I did things that still hold me down,

steps that never let me rise.

Little have you heard that voice,

the quiet one inside you

that wants to reach you,

that wishes the best for you

and dreams of a shining fate.

It once did what it believed was meant for me,

but this time I am gently asking

for you to come back.

I want to shine.

Please do not turn away.

I am tired of people saying

that we are not one.

I was enchanted the day I first felt you.

Please lift me up,

do not let me fall again.

Let us light everything inside us.

Please do not go.

I am here on my knees,

not in weakness

but in hope

that you will stay.

I do not want this to end

like all the moments filled with hurt.

This time I want the fog to lift.

I want it to be over.

I am hopeful for the future,

even though fear still follows me.

And I will pray forever

for the day I meet myself fully

and feel whole again.

stormieandpaws November 20th, 2025

@ShadowyourCircle

thank you that you have became willing to share some of your writing with us all. it can be a very hard step to do. your not alone in that took us years to share our writing. think fear was there that others would not like them or would judge our writings. but little by little we started sharing it get easier over time so know we here for you even if you only write a line or two at first as it a big step to share anything ones written

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ShadowyourCircle OP November 20th, 2025

@stormieandpaws Thank you so much for saying this. It honestly means a lot to feel welcomed here. Sharing my writing has always been a little scary for me too. That fear of being judged or misunderstood is real, so hearing that you went through the same thing makes me feel less alone. I’m really grateful for the kindness in your message. It feels comforting to know this is a space where I can start small, even with just a line or two, and still feel supported. Thank you for being here and for reminding me that taking this step is something I do not have to do alone. 💖

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stormieandpaws November 24th, 2025

@ShadowyourCircle

your very welcome sometimes due to others we stop doing things we love but in time we be able to try again and even if start very small it a big step after being hurt

thank you for trusting us with your writings

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ShadowyourCircle OP November 25th, 2025

@stormieandpaws I agree with you! Thank you for having me and a big thanks for encouraging words! I feel more motivated now to write. 💖

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stormieandpaws November 25th, 2025

@ShadowyourCircle

your very welcome look forward to reading more of your poems too

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ShadowyourCircle OP November 25th, 2025

@stormieandpaws Thank you! 💖

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ShadowyourCircle OP November 20th, 2025

The Candle Of Hope

I stand before the gates that stay closed tight,

each one a shadow in the fading light.

It feels like I am walking all alone,

searching for a path that could be my own.

I pray for miracles to find my way,

for just one door to open up someday.

One simple chance to shift my weary fate,

one moment where a dream might finally wait.

Hope is the thread that I hold close and near,

but fate can make it hard to keep it clear.

Some days I fall beneath the weight I feel,

unsure if what I wish for could be real.

I try to fight the dark when doubts appear,

but pessimism whispers in my ear.

Yet after every cry, when storms go still,

a gentle spark returns against my will.

So even if the world feels dim and wide,

a little flame keeps glowing deep inside.

A candle made of hope that will not die,

soft but strong enough to help me try.

And maybe someday when my heart is brave,

a gate will open for the life I crave.

ShadowyourCircle OP November 20th, 2025

The Woman Of Quiet Light

There is a woman woven out of dawn,

who rises gently even when strength is gone.

She walks through storms with footsteps soft and slow,

yet carries warmth the world may never know.

She shields my path with patience deep and wide,

a steady calm she never tries to hide.

Even when I falter, argue, stray,

she holds her kindness close and lights the way.

She lifts the burdens I am meant to bear,

and whispers hope into the heavy air.

Her weary hands still shape my every day,

though shadows follow everywhere she may.

I see the quiet battles she must fight,

the silent aches she tucks beneath her light.

Yet still she smiles as if the sky is clear,

as if her soul has never tasted fear.

And in her gaze I find a gentle truth,

a promise soft, a tender proof

that love can stand where pain has tried to stay,

that grace can bloom in the most fragile clay.

Today the world reminds me of her date,

the one she came to life through tender fate.

And though my hands hold nothing wrapped or bright,

I hold a vow within my quiet night.

One day I will be strong enough to say,

rest now, your weary dawn can fade away.

For all the years you carried me in grace,

I will return each kindness to its place.

Until that day, I honor what you are,

a gentle flame that outshines every star.

ShadowyourCircle OP November 25th, 2025

A Step Toward the Light

Today my hope has found its wings,

rising higher than the past could bring.

A goal once hidden, far and wide,

now draws closer with each stride.

Years of struggle, nights of doubt,

times I questioned what it’s all about,

cannot erase the strength I’ve grown,

the seeds of effort I have sown.

Joy now dances in my chest,

a gentle warmth, a quiet rest.

Each small step, though slow it seems,

is closer to the life of dreams.

So hold your hope, however small,

trust the journey, embrace it all.

For every trial, every fall,

teaches the heart to rise and call:

“Keep going, keep shining, do not despair,

your dreams are waiting, just be there.”

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