" Be The Light"
"Be The Light"
I was not sent to shine for myself alone, but to be a light when others feel lost.
To remind the broken that they are still worthy, the weary that they are still strong, and the forgotten that they are still loved.
I have walked through darkness, felt sorrow touch my soul, and carried tears that no one saw.
Yet even then, God placed a flame within me that the storms could never extinguish.
So I choose to shine.
Not because life was easy, but because love is stronger than pain.
Not because I never fell, but because I learned how to rise.
And if my light helps one soul find their way home, then every step of my journey was worth it.
For we were never meant to curse the darkness—
We were born to become the light.
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AngelRose
43 gedichten · 25 dit jaar · dichter sinds 2021
The Heart of A lion"
The Heart of a Lion"
I am a Leo, not because I seek a crown, but because I learned to rise every time life tried to bring me down.
My strength was born in storms, my faith was forged in fire, and my heart still chooses love when others choose to walk away.
I am not perfect, I have scars no one can see, but every wound became a lesson, and every lesson became part of me.
So I walk with courage, guided by God's light above, for the strongest lion is the one who leads with love.
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"A Lion Heart"
"A Lion's Heart"
They saw my smile, but not the battles I won.
They saw my kindness, but not the tears I cried.
They saw my light, but not the darkness I walked through to find it.
Yet here I stand, stronger than yesterday, softer than the world expected, and still filled with love.
For the heart of a lion is not measured by power—
but by how much love it carries after surviving the fire.
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"Be The Light "
"Be The Light"
When the world feels heavy, and hearts grow tired and worn, be the gentle light that helps another soul through the storm.
Not every light shines loudly, not every star fills the sky. Some simply sit beside the broken and stay when others pass by.
Be the smile that brings comfort, the hand that helps someone stand, the kindness that reminds a stranger they are loved and understand.
You may never know the battles hidden behind someone's eyes, but your love can be the sunrise that helps them rise.
So shine, not to be noticed, not to seek praise or fame, but because a darkened world is brighter when you came.
And if one heart finds hope again, because of the love you gave, then your light has changed a life— the greatest gift we ever save.
✨ "Be the light you once needed when you were walking through the dark."
We are not perfect✨️
We are not perfect. We all make mistakes. We all carry scars no one can see.
But every day is another chance to forgive yourself, love yourself a little more, and choose the brighter side of life.
Be kind to yourself. You are still growing. You are still healing. And you are still worthy of love. ?✨
?In the Garden of Grace?
? In the Garden of Grace ?
Today I walk among the flowers,
where gentle winds whisper peace.
The world may be heavy at times,
but in nature my heart finds release.
The sun still shines upon my path,
the birds still sing above.
And every petal reminds my soul
that life was created with love.
I carry memories of those I miss,
deep within my heart each day.
Yet their love blooms like flowers still,
guiding me along the way.
So I will smile beneath the sky,
and let my spirit be free.
For even after every storm,
God still grows beautiful things in me. ?✨
You are more than the pain you hide,
more than the tears you never let fall.
I see a soul that still chooses kindness
in a world that was not always kind at all.
You speak with love even when broken,
you give light while carrying storms inside.
And that is strength,
not weakness you should hide.
Believe in yourself,
even on the days your heart feels tired.
Because the way you care for others
shows a soul heaven itself inspired.
Love yourself gently,
not for perfection, not for your face,
but for the beautiful heart within you
that still gives warmth, hope, and grace.
I see the way you carry people,
the way your words make darkness fade.
The way you try to heal broken hearts
even while your own is afraid.
And if only you could see yourself
through the eyes of those you save,
you would finally understand
how rare a loving soul you gave.
So stand tall through every scar,
through every lonely night you knew.
Because this world needs hearts like yours—
honest, caring, pure, and true.
Never stop believing in yourself.
Never stop choosing love.
And never forget…
the same love you give to others
is the love you deserve too. ?
For Mom in Heaven ?
There is a place beyond the skies,
where angels walk and sorrow dies,
and though I cannot hold your hand,
I know you rest in peaceful lands.
I still remember every smile,
the way you loved through every trial.
Your voice still echoes soft and near,
inside my heart, I feel you here.
Some days the world feels cold and far,
and nights become the hardest part.
I search for you in stars above,
in every prayer, in every dove.
You taught me strength when life was wild,
how to survive, how to stay kind.
To give my heart, to stand up tall,
to still have faith through it all.
And even now, though heaven called,
your love remains beyond it all.
A mother’s love does never end,
it lives forever deep within.
I see you in the morning light,
in gentle winds, in moonlit nights.
In flowers blooming after rain,
you whisper softly through my pain.
Sometimes I cry when no one sees,
missing your hugs, your warmth, your peace.
But then I feel you near my soul,
reminding me I’m not alone.
You are the reason I still fight,
still choose to love, still choose the light.
Because your heart lives on in me,
through every scar, eternally.
So heaven, hold my mother tight,
wrap her in eternal light.
And tell her when the angels sing…
her daughter still remembers everything. ?
For a Reason
Everything came for a reason,
every path, every goodbye—
I was never meant to stay forever,
just to be there when hearts would cry.
I walked into lives quietly,
held pieces they couldn’t hold,
gave warmth where it was needed,
even when my own felt cold.
Not to be remembered loudly,
not to be the one they keep—
but to leave a light within them,
something gentle, something deep.
And when my time was over,
I didn’t leave empty space—
I left footprints made of kindness,
and love they can still trace.
So if I move like the wind sometimes,
from one soul to another new—
it’s not that I was never meant to stay…
it’s that I was meant to help you.
The Light in purple ?
The Light in Purple
They see the color in my hair,
but not the story in my soul—
every shade a silent prayer,
every strand a piece made whole.
Purple like the nights I cried,
soft like healing, deep like pain,
yet still I stand with open heart,
learning how to love again.
I am not here to shine too loud,
or to be what others see—
I’m here to listen without words,
and give the light in me.
Because I know what darkness feels,
I’ve walked through it… I stayed kind—
so if you’re lost and feel alone,
you’ll find a light… in mine.
Love still excist
Love Still Lives in Me”
I lay in silence, soft and still,
with quiet thoughts I cannot fill.
A world so loud, yet here I lie—
with heavy heart and gentle sigh.
They see a face, a simple view,
but not the storms I’ve journeyed through.
Not every tear I chose to hide,
nor all the pain I keep inside.
I loved so deeply, gave my all,
stood strong each time I had to fall.
Through every loss, through every scar,
my love remained just as it was.
They took, they left, they didn’t stay,
yet I still chose love anyway.
Not weak—but stronger than it seems,
a heart that still believes in dreams.
And though I miss the ones I’ve lost,
and feel each day the silent cost…
their love still lives, it guides my way,
in every breath, in all I say.
So here I am, both cracked and whole,
with endless love inside my soul.
Not perfect… no—but real and true—
a heart that still knows how to love… through.
I survived the storm…
and became the light.
There were days
the storm was louder than me.
Days I cried in silence
and prayed no one would see.
It tried to break me…
but I held on.
Piece by piece,
I found myself again.
Stronger.
Softer.
Wiser.
Now I don’t just survive the storm
I bloom because of it.
This is my story.
This is my strength.
This is me.?