Vanessa Dizon Alvarez

You don't need to know the plan,
Just take today with open hand.
Not every step will feel secure,
But trust in Him—His love is sure.
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I'm not who I was, I've weathered the storm,
I've changed through the fire, reshaped every form.
I've carried the weight of betrayal and loss,
And learned that my peace comes at a cost.
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The older I grow, the clearer it seems,
truth hides not in words, but in recurring themes.
Apologies fall like fragile glass,
but patterns endure, they do not pass.
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I wish I didn't see the cracks,
the silence stitched in whispered acts,
the tremor hiding in a smile,
the shadows trailing all the while.
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I've learned that plans may fall apart,
That dreams can crack a tender heart.
That not all wounds will mend with time,
And not all wrongs will turn to rhyme.
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I've played the part beyond the page,
A lover lost, a silent sage.
Not out of need, nor hollow plea,
But from the fire that burns in me.
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I walk alone through midnight rain,
A symphony of soft refrain.
My music hums, the shadows sigh—
The world is still, and so am I.
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I dwell between the dusk and flame,
No single mask, no single name.
A whisper in the crowded hall,
A shadow where no voices call.
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When night is thick and hope is thin,
And sorrow claws beneath your skin,
When every breath feels steeped in dread,
And dreams lie broken, cold, and dead—
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They're not ashamed of what they've done,
Just scared the truth won't come undone.
No guilt within their hollow chest,
Just fear their lies won't let them rest.
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A thief once came with silent tread,
And left me cold, alone, misled.
I held the grudge, I fed the flame,
And wore my wrath like cloak and name.
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They broke me first with silent scorn,
Then cursed the way my soul was torn.
No guilt they wore, no shame, no plea—
Just pointed hands, all aimed at me.
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We give, we try, we lend our light,
In moments lost to silent night.
No echo comes, no praise, no cheer,
Just empty space where thanks might appear.
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I'm sorry, I change with skies,
A morning smile, a midnight sigh.
I try to hold the calm you seek,
But sometimes shadows make me weak.
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I wear my pride like iron lace,
A crown of fire, a stubborn grace.
My voice may rise, my will may burn,
But still for you, I twist and turn.
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If I spoke in thorns, not thread,
And left your heart in quiet dread,
Forgive the storm I did not see—
The ache I caused unknowingly.
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To the ones who stayed through silence,
when my voice had lost its way

who didn't ask for reasons,
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A poem about invisible battles and misunderstood hearts

They saw the surface, neat and still,
but never felt the waves beneath.
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I've walked through storms this past year,
with skies too heavy to name.
Faced trials that bent my spirit,
and days that blurred into pain.
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Family isn't always blood
it's the ones who see your light.
The ones who hold your laughter close
and stand with you through night.
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