Tag: growthmindset
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Alchemy Of The Unbroken
They gather fragments from their fall,The quiet echoes of it all,What once was sharp, what once would sting,They turn into a gentler thing! Each scar they wear, a story grown,From seeds of pain once deeply sown,The darker days they wandered through,Now shape the light they slowly knew! Where others see the end, the cost,They build…
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The Table I Built
I set the table with all I had —Skill in my hands, fire in my plans,Plates full of effort, cups of intent,A feast of everything I meant! I offered it freely — no hidden cost,But you turned away, or barely glossed.No hunger for what I brought to share,No respect for the weight I carried there!…
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Karma’s Quiet Return
Be kind to hands that lifted you high,Not quick to wound or pass them by.For every good that comes your way,Is not by chance — it chose to stay! Don’t trade their trust for fleeting gain,Or stitch their kindness into pain.The world remembers what you give,In echoes shaping how you live! For karma walks a…
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Where The Fire Cannot Follow
When the air turns sharp with sparks,and every word begins to burn,step back —not in defeat, but in returnto breath, to quiet, to your own ground! You are not meant to be the fuelfor every fire that finds you.Let the flames speak to themselves —not everything needs your voice,not everything deserves your stay. There is…
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Sharpened, Not Broken
I don’t forget. I don’t fold. You thought silence meant weakness —it meant I was watching. Learning. Waiting. You crossed the line.Now you get to see what I become because of it. I don’t break.I sharpen. This isn’t revenge —this is evolution.
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The Hour I Rise
They struck a match beneath my name,Mistook my silence for a flame,That flickers out when winds grow strong —They did me quiet, they did me wrong! But power sleeps in steady hands,Not loud, not wild — just as it stands,I rise, not rage, I choose my hour,And turn their doubt into my power!
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Bend, Not Break
When the road splits into shadow and flame,And the night forgets to whisper your name,Stand still — feel the tremor, the doubt, the strain —Then rise, and step forward again! For every stumble writes a line,In the quiet margins of your design,Each scar, each bruise, each falling through,Is proof that you dared to pursue! Let…
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Enough, Always
Love yourself in the mirror’s glow,In highs you soar and lows you know.Not for perfection, smooth or bright,But for your heart that keeps its light.Through every scar and every doubt,You are enough — without, throughout!
The Queen Of Poetry 