Why she stayed -------------------------- And before you ask her why she stayed, look at the way a caged bird sometimes  refuses to leave, even when  its cage door is wide open. Even when  you call it softly. Even when you try to take it out of its prison to set it free. And perhaps then you will understand. - A poem from Wild Embers  By @nikita_gill When you ask domestic violence survivors why they stayed, the answer is that they were emotionally manipulated, emotionally beaten, emotionally hurt, put in a position where they were being held hostage by that life being the only life they know. Long term abuse survivors in particular struggle to leave, because they know no other life than their own trauma. Like a bird in a cage... . . P. C. @adarsh_1106 . . . #metoo #keepfighting #dontgiveup #loveyourself #motivation #poetry #conceptshoot #domesticviolence #itisnotokay #notokay #photoshoot #potraitshoot #potraitsofficial #thepotraitfamily #potraitphotography #speakup #instagram #dontbeafraid #wildembers #poetrylove

Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, She must weep or she will die. Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stepped, Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee Like summer tempest came her tears Sweet my child, I live for thee . . - Lord Alfred Tennyson //Home they brought her warrior dead//

Los engaños y las mentiras no son problemas. Son razones para tomar caminos separados. . Between The Tides, de Patti Callahan Henry. . . Síguenos @unpoemayuncafe_ @unpoemayuncafe_ @unpoemayuncafe_ . . #writercommunity #poetry #poetrylove #phrase #inspire #loveforwords #newauthor #letrasdeautor #frasesenespañol #autoresindies #escritos #poesía #amorporlasletras #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #instagram #instagrammer #frase #quote #life #unpoemayuncafe #poesía #poesia

— . . My scars are a part of me. They always have been. They always will be. The cracks in me will never be fixed. The void in me will never be filled. Maybe because it can’t be, maybe because I won’t let it. Maybe because I’m addicted to the pain, maybe because I fear it. My dreams will never be my reality. My thoughts will never be my actions. Maybe that’s because the way I’m built, maybe because no one ever taught me how to love someone. Maybe because I played with fire once, but it burnt me for life. The cracks in me are how the light gets in. The scars on me are just the proof of how far I’ve come. The dreams that I have are too sweet and pure for the cold reality. My thoughts are mine to keep and maybe this is just how it’s meant to be. . . —

— . . I stay up sometimes, talking to stars. They never get bored of me, unlike people who easily do. They always listen so quietly, they always look after me. They’re just like people, from here they appear so close to each other but actually they’re billions of light years away. They have complaints of their own that no one listens to, at least that’s what I imagine. They must be lonely, just like me. I’ve already told all my secrets to them. They’re my best friends. I wonder what it would be like, to be alone in the dark, cold, lifeless universe, do they ever long for the company of other stars? Or do they find solace in solitude? I guess I’ll never know. There are so many of them, infinite, possibly. But each one is so stunningly beautiful. They’re so far away from me, I can never meet them, they only come out at night, maybe they’re scared of the light. They shine, always, and they keep me smiling. . . — Ps. That’s my brother in the frame.

— . Sometimes we randomly meet people in our lives that might not restore our faith in love, but they restore our faith in ‘people’. People that we might not develop a romantic relationship with, maybe a friend or a best friend, but sometimes with some people, we just click. It’s like our souls have found their match. Roses start to look more vibrant, the air feels a lot sweeter, days turn out to be so much better than what they normally used to be. We meet people like these throughout our lives and under the strangest of circumstances. These people just help us feel alive in ways that we forget. I’ve never been able to figure out what to call this, love? Friendship? Or something that is entirely different? But the important thing is bonds don’t need to be defined. They need to be lived and cherished for as long as we can, because God knows when we might have to part ways with such people. . . — Ps. Share this to the people you think have made your life better 🙂 ( shot on phone )

I remember certain things that enchanted you for little durations From heroic fantasy to science fiction, I have them save in my heart On certain days you became fond of painters and on some days I pretended to figure out Harry styles in you, because singers amused you. All that came up to entertain me, I know. But there was a category of people you never failed to admire, You were always fascinated by how poets do it Now, You became a poem ~Yagya 📸: @samridhi._.14 #poetryistherapy #poetryoflove #lovetolove #lovetowrite #writer #writerslife #writerscorner #writersofinstagram #writercommunity #writingforyou #writersofindia #writersofig #writersofcolor #poetryporn #poetrylove #poemsgram #poetryisart #love #lotsofit

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