My relationship with my father was far from ideal. Growing up, I never received the love or attention I needed from him, which created an emotional distance between us. I felt lost, without the paternal guidance I longed for. Then, in 2020, during t...
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Life is a gift—breathing, living, and feeling it all, Yet a curse of sorrow, pain, and the eventual fall. A gift to witness the beauty of skies so vast, But a curse to watch as it fades, slipping into the past.
It's a gift to hear the melody of nature's voice, Yet a curse to endure harsh judgment, leaving no choice. A gift to feel the warmth of everything you touch, But a curse when closeness wounds you too much.
Life offers the taste of its sweetness, serene, Yet burdens with sickness, shadows unforeseen. To love deeply is the finest treasure bestowed, But to let go of that love—the heaviest load.
I thank God for this intricate gift of life, For marveling at creation amidst its strife. Though it bears the weight of anguish and scars, It builds resilience, shaping who we are.
The pain etches itself as shadows on my soul, Yet I seek beauty to keep myself whole. This is life—a dance of blessings and trials combined, A test of endurance, body and mind.
So, I push forward, embracing gifts with care, While bearing the curses that life lays bare. For this is what life truly must be— A journey of strength through its uncertainty.
