Unseen Wounds
What is anchored in God cannot be destroyed.
Category: love
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Fighting with Ghosts They came again last night— those ghosts I thought I’d buried. They wore the voices of my shame, the eyes of those who left, and the weight of every choice I wish I could undo. I swung at them in the dark, but my hands passed through air. You can’t kill a…
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Beloved… (pause) I see you. I see the way you run to the very things that break you. I see the way you keep your distance, as if My presence is a punishment. You wound Me… not with nails this time, but with your silence when I call your name. Yet I remain faithful… (pause)…
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It’s not the sound that gives them away. It’s the silence. The kind that breathes. They are everywhere. Above me. Beside me. Behind me. Inside me. Not human eyes. Not entirely. They don’t blink. They don’t soften. They don’t forget. They follow even when I’m alone. They study the way I breathe, as if even…
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We live in a world where everyone wears masks — some worn out of necessity, others out of fear. These masks blur the lines between who people really are and who they show to the world. Why is it so hard to see the truth in others? Because truth is messy. It’s wrapped in pain,…
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Why Can’t the Truth Be Seen — But Not the Truth? There’s a heavy kind of loneliness that comes from carrying a truth no one else seems to see. You speak it softly, shout it inside your mind, live it every day — but it passes like a ghost through the world around you. Why…
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I am the wound you try to hide — Not because I am small, but because I am enormous. I am the scream trapped beneath a smile, The bitter taste on your tongue that no water can wash away. I am the weight that crushes your chest at midnight, The tremor in your hands when…
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When He Calls, the Hole Reminds Me When the phone lights up with his name, I still feel it — that drop in my stomach, like someone pulled the floor out from under me. It’s not love. It’s not excitement. It’s the hole. The hole isn’t something I can point to on my body. It’s…
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You never think the person you love will become the one who teaches you how to live without them. I didn’t, at least. I thought love was enough — that if you gave your whole heart, they’d hold it carefully forever. But sometimes, people don’t leave because they stop loving you. Sometimes, they leave because…
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Fighting With What Is Not Him I wasn’t fighting him— I was wrestling a ghost Wearing his face. A shadow stitched From fragments of who I hoped he’d become. He stood there, Empty eyes in a body present But never with me. I reached for warmth And held onto frost. I kept rewriting the silence,…
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There was a night not too long ago when I found myself sitting in the dark, phone in hand, staring at a message I didn’t send. I typed it out three times. Backspaced. Typed it again. I didn’t want to scare anyone—I just wanted someone to know that I wasn’t okay. But the truth? I…
Unseen Wounds 