Poetry Today

Ground Rules: Boundaries Redefined

Boundaries On. Peace Protected. Purpose First. If You Come with Chaos, you Do Not Come In.

Entry to my life is by invitation. The dress code is respect.
If your voice raises against my peace, you are already outside.

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No is a full sentence. I use it early. I use it often. I do not trade peace for proximity, status, or someone else’s comfort.

My boundaries are not suggestions. They are gates I own the keys to.
If a room tries to reduce me, I leave. If a conversation poisons the air, I log off.
If a relationship starves my soul, I choose distance and keep moving.

What you see is what you get. My core does not shift to fit a crowd.
I show up aligned. I show up consistent. I show up myself.

I dress the part. I act the part. I take up space on purpose.
Your discomfort is not my problem. My presence is not an apology.

Keep your negativity parked outside; it will be towed.
I do not host drama, rumor, or the echo of he said she said.
I am busy building a life with meaning. Every yes is paid for with time.

I am in competition with my last draft, my last habit, my last excuse.
I study. I pivot. I grow. I improve because I refuse to stay small.
Self-pity is a trap I do not step in. Blame is a mirror I do not hold.

Your opinion is not my oxygen. Your whispers do not move me.
I am guided by conviction, not chatter. By vision, not noise.
I live at a higher frequency; static gets cut.

If you mistake kindness for access, you will be corrected.
If you test my boundaries, you will meet the gate.
If you bring peace, purpose, or truth, you will find a seat at my table.

Know the rules before your bias speaks for you.
This is my life. My time. My energy.
I am one hundred percent authentic, and I plan to stay that way.

………..Until next time, be good to yourself!

Poetry Today

Honoring Strength in Every Form


This month we pause to honor two journeys that touch countless lives: Mental Health Month and Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

Both remind us of the battles we carry within and the battles we carry in our bodies. They remind us of the silent nights, the moments gasping for air, the tears no one sees, and the victories that do not always make headlines.

We honor the struggles, the heavy weight of anxiety, the fear of diagnosis, the sleepless nights, the questions without answers.

We honor the survival, the deep breaths, the treatment plans, the counseling sessions, the quiet prayers, the sheer will to rise again.

We honor the stories, the voices that speak through pain and triumph, the courage to tell the truth, the wisdom shared to guide another.

We honor the clarity, the freedom that comes when the mind finds rest, when the body begins to heal, when joy dares to return.

To anyone carrying the weight of these journeys: you are not alone. There is help. There is hope. There is healing in tending to your mind and body. Reaching out for support is not weakness. It is the truest act of resilience.

-💚Protect your peace.
-💗Nurture your body.
-💚Celebrate your story.

Today, we rise together, for every survivor, every fighter, every soul still searching for air.

Two journeys, one strength.


Be Good to Yourself!
Nikki Sterling (Paragonwords)

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Poetry Today

Anchored

I’ve anchored myself

In your love

Pulled you into the depth

Of my arms

Kissed you slowly

As if time was mine to

Command

I’ve painted your soul

Upon my skin

So the world could see

This ebullient love

I called mine

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