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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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 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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A bowl of kindness, simple, small,
Yet dogs remember—through rise and fall.
Three days of care, their hearts will bind,
Three years of love etched deep in mind.
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Some folks will drive a thousand miles
To fake their grief with practiced smiles.
They'll stand in black and bow their head,
But never checked on you in dread.
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The mask I wear is always bright,
A painted smile, a borrowed light.
It hides the truth, it veils the pain,
A silent storm, a constant rain.
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"Thank you" feels too small a phrase,
For all the light you've brought my days.
You took my doubts, my fears away,
And turned my tears to smiles each day.
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Not cruel, though cruelty nears,
Not hurtful, though you bear tears.
Not silent, though unheard
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How quick we are to point and see,
The faults in others, endlessly.
Yet blind we stay to our own flaws,
Our hidden sins, our broken cause.
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Through every corner of my home,
You follow close, I'm not alone.
I sit, I rest, you're by my side,
In every moment, you abide.
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If you make mistakes along the way,
Or choose a path that leads astray,
And life turns dark, the skies turn gray,
Don't lose your hope—there's still a day.
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If you falter, if you stray,
If your choices turn the day
Into shadows, heavy skies,
Do not despair—new dawns arise.
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They said we share the same red stream,
That I was born from their living dream.
But blood alone cannot make a home,
Nor mend the ache of being alone.
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When I first awoke to the world's gaze,
No one saw me—not in loving ways.
No worth was given, no name held dear,
Only silence wrapped around my fear.
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Christmas comes again once more,
The year turns like it has before.
I whisper prayers for swifter days,
That sorrow's fire may lose its blaze.
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Once in my life, a dream appeared,
It brushed away sorrow, the colors reared.
The hopes I carried, long concealed,
One sudden day, they were revealed.
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To God above, my soul gives praise,
For guiding me through shadowed days.
For every moment, quiet and bright,
Your love has been my guiding light.
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They told me stories I learned to believe,
Of bamboo groves and parents who leave.
That I was picked from silence and shade,
Not born of blood, but somehow made.
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I wonder what they see in me,
That makes them scoff so easily.
Some feel annoyed, some show disdain—
Yet I've done nothing to cause them pain.
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