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poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

permission granted

You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t find yourself in. You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t love yourself in.

You’re allowed to leave a city that has dimmed your light instead of making you shine brighter, you’re allowed to pack all your bags and start over somewhere else and you’re allowed to redefine the meaning of your life.

You’re allowed to quit the job you hate even if the world tells you not to and you’re allowed to search for something that makes you look forward to tomorrow and to the rest of your life.

You’re allowed to leave someone you love if they’re treating you poorly, you’re allowed to put yourself first if you’re settling and you’re allowed to walk away when you’ve tried over and over again but nothing has changed.

You’re allowed to let toxic friends go, you’re allowed to surround yourself with love, and people who encourage and nurture you. You’re allowed to pick the kind of energy you need in your life.

You’re allowed to forgive yourself for your biggest and smallest mistakes and you’re allowed to be kind to yourself, you’re allowed to look in the mirror and actually like the person you see.

You’re allowed to set yourself free from your own expectations.

We sometimes look at leaving as a bad thing or associate it with giving up or quitting, but sometimes leaving is the best thing you can do for yourself.

Leaving allows you to change directions, to start over, to rediscover yourself and the world. Leaving sometimes saves you from staying stuck in the wrong place with the wrong people.

Leaving opens a new door for change, growth, opportunities and redemption.

You always have the choice to leave until you find where you belong and what makes you happy.

You’re even allowed to leave the old you behind and reinvent yourself.

Author: Rania Naim

Holding the secrets in silence

all these cramped years of painful habits

Screaming within the internal chambers

of backs and necks and shoulders

Mona Lisa vaguely smiling

echoes of wounds inflicted long ago

clinging tightly to every cell wall

reverberations within the halls of ancestral dna

Cloud walking within the storms of terror

silver linings long stripped of value

Snapshots of abuse caught and carried

all these years of walking pilgrim

feet blistered and road weary

I begin draining the swamps of false imprisonment –

Layer by layer

what have I so torturously considered mine –

and deservedly so?

why have I held so tightly to the belief of self flagellation

as my only deserved birthright?

when did I decide to build memorials of abuse

and carry them as dragging pain-filled weighted-toxic marrow in my bones ?

where did this pain become the outline of my identity

the blueprint of my choices?

will I let it go – Now that I’ve seen it?

will I behead this beast, allow the blood to spill?

will I allow this pain to dissolve into a distant misty memory of someone I used to be?

will I claim a new inheritance of pain-free trust and love?

will I stand within the circle of my own dreams

drawn by my truest, strongest and highest self

and sing hallelujahs to the sky?

will I tap into my own unique beauty and recognize my body’s and life’s extreme value?

will I speak the true truth of the way my life will be and then create it as reality?

will I bring rest to myself each day I am blessed to live?

will I build all of these questions into new habits

Yes, I will

Amen and Amen


Amy Lloyd

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