My peace in pieces

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Some nights, I lie awake,
not in peace, but in pieces.
I gave my everything to some,
Wearing a mask of smile on my face,,
I fought battles not meant for my innocence,
I begged, I cried, I tried…and kept doing,
But how long can a soul survive in silence?

This isn’t the life I dreamed of.
It was meant to hold, not hurt.
But here I am, bruised by words,
And torn by coldness,
Still trying to stay strong,
Still hoping God is watching.

I am not a failure.
I am just a woman who’s simple yet strong,
Who stayed too long hoping things would change.
But sometimes, letting go isn’t giving up.
It’s choosing to live.
To breathe again.
To smile without fear.

Dear God…
I leave it all in Your hands now.
If there is a road to peace, show it to me.
If there’s still something left for me in this world, guide it my way.
I don’t ask for much, just strength,
to walk away from what doesn’t belong to me,
And the courage to walk toward what heals me.

Let my wounds become wings.
Let my pain find it’s purpose.
And please, God…🙏
Let life be kind towards me.

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Before I tell what degree and occupation I hold, I am a simple, sensitive and Emphatic person because this would reflect in which ever role I play in life either personal or professional.

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18 thoughts on “My peace in pieces”

  2. This is a raw and beautiful expression of pain, resilience, and surrender Suma !Your words carry so much weight—the exhaustion of enduring, the quiet strength in choosing yourself, and the hopeful plea for healing.

    **”Let my wounds become wings”** is especially powerful—it speaks to transformation, not just survival. You’ve already taken the hardest step: acknowledging the hurt *and* your worth. Now, may every breath forward be lighter. You deserve that kindness. 💛

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  6. This poem expresses the silent struggle of many women (and people) who love with everything, resist with dignity and, even broken, continue to seek light. It is a letter to heaven and also to herself: a promise not to let herself fall, not to confuse herself with failure, to choose self-love without resentment.

    It speaks of the exact moment when pain becomes a decision, and faith, a path.

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  7. Sad, poignant and beautiful poem.

    I had locked myself out of my Gmail account last Wednesday and I had forgotten my password.

    Gmail only sent me a link to my alternate email to create a new password today.

    Now I’m able to log back in and see my WordPress notifications

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  8. I can understand your mixed feelings, but I liked your assertion- I am just a woman who’s simple yet strong. Wish you all the best!💕💕

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