Raw letters of resilience, each a pillar of hope and strength. Here, you’ll find the words to remind you that you are all you’ve got to pick yourself up and fight until you win.
I created every line to stir the depths of your soul. Here, every poem is a rebellion, a whisper, a roar.
Here, you’ll find sharp, insightful writing that challenges the status quo, ignites conversation, and dares you to reflect on what it means to be truly humane in an age of injustice.
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HOW TO COPE WITH SLEEPLESS NIGHTS AND EMPTY DAYS
The world is shuffling different life’s challenges on a daily basis; the more challenges there are, the higher the
CAN THIS DREAM STILL COME TO PASS? (part one)
The Silent Struggles of a Dreamer Can this dream come to pass? the answer is "YES" Every ambitious person who
HOW TO FIND STRENGTH TO MOVE ON IN DIFFICULT SEASONS: A VOICE FOR THE OVERWHELMED
Have you ever watched a turbulent sea, be it in pictorial form or some kind of movie? The truth
WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU FEEL OVERWHELMED WITH LIFE
The world is full of faces of people overwhelmed with life, but for some, it goes beyond stress it
THE PRICE OF SAVING LIVES:
A Poem About Doctors, Burnout, and Sacrifice Call Room Confession- Episode-Two Yesterday night,I walked into the call room,not entirely
I Blame Everything
I Blame Everything Upon this hollow bed I sitMulling over the path we've hoofedAnd the vanity night our body
SMILES IN THE MUD
I grew in the mudIn the mud daily I stoodI stood in rags and dirtYes! In dirty rags without
STETHOSCOPES AND MIRACLES
It was 9PM, my call had just begun, The call room was silent. The stethoscope was swinging like a
IT IS OVER, I QUIT
IT IS OVER, I QUIT. I quit wearing this mask, A mask of a shadow in a walking stance.
DEAR GOD, DON’T GIVE UP ON ME
Dear God, Please don't leave me on this tempestuous road. Don’t leave me in this storm and thunder. Every
TRIBUTE TO A FRIEND
Dear friend, I hope you can hear me I know you can hear me from the other side of
FIRST LETTER TO DAD
Dear dad, It was last night I saw the postal bird, on my way to the garden, it is
