Next time you groan at the price of the gas,
Be thankful your car can still make the pass.
Next time your house is a mess and a roar,
Be grateful for family who live through that door.
...
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.
...
They may stain your name, twist what they see,
Distort your truth with cruel decree.
They may mock your light, rewrite your past,
But real ones know — your goodness lasts.
...
They say I'm too loud, too harsh, too wild,
But never recall how they first defiled.
They point at my anger, my voice, my tone,
Yet skip the disrespect they'd fully condone.
...
Thank you for the light you bring,
For kindness wrapped in everything.
For being there when skies were gray,
And lifting me in your own way.
...
Yes, I'll be fine — I always survive,
I find my way back, I learn to revive.
But give me a moment, don't rush me through,
Let me feel all that I'm going through.
...
Life is so short, it slips through our hands,
Like waves on the shore or soft drifting sands.
We worry, we wish, we wait for the more,
While blessings surround us, right at our door.
...
Today I choose a grateful heart,
Though things may fall and drift apart.
Not all is perfect, not all is clear,
But blessings still surround me here.
...
I give not from abundance,
but from memory's quiet ache—
the hollow nights, the empty hands,
the hunger no one dared to wake.
...
I admire the quiet givers,
whose hearts are bruised but still extend—
a hand, a word, a gentle smile,
to lift another soul again.
...
You may not shift the mountains,
or calm the ocean's roar,
but reaching out to one in need
can open up a door.
...
You gave a smile, a patient word,
A kindness soft, a hope unheard.
No echo came, no grand reply,
Yet still you let your mercy fly.
...
In fields of lavender and light,
Where hearts can breathe and burdens slight,
There sit the ones who truly see—
Who feel your joy, who grieve with thee.
...
I gave my trust, I gave my care,
Believed you'd always just be there.
I gave you love, both deep and true—
But loyalty was not your view.
...
Don't leave to make them cry or plead,
They won't feel guilt, they won't concede.
Leave not for spite, but for your soul—
You've played your part, you've paid the toll.
...
When life gets rough and skies turn gray,
You learn who's real and who will stray.
Not all who smile will truly stay—
Some love the sun, but not the fray.
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The strongest hearts don't boast or cry,
They lift the weak and help them try.
Though pain may press upon their chest,
They still make time to give their best.
...
It didn't unfold the way you dreamed,
The stars misstepped, the silence screamed.
But in the hush where hopes once bled,
A wiser path appeared instead.
...
Sometimes the wish you hold so tight
Slips through your fingers, out of sight.
The dream you chased with all your soul
Finds no place to take its role.
...
Better the silence of honest space
Than the noise of a two-faced embrace.
Better the echo of your own breath
Than love that hides a quiet death.
...
Vanessa Alvarez is a poet who carves beauty from shadows, transforming isolation, longing, and existential dread into brutally honest verse. Her work confronts uncomfortable truths with gothic rhythm and emotional clarity, forging lines that demand remembrance. Through relentless revision and bold imagery, she shapes poems that pulse with resilience and vulnerability, each one a confession sharpened into art. Beyond the page, Vanessa designs striking presentations and dramatic titles that amplify her words into unforgettable banners of identity. Fiercely resilient and unafraid to confront silence, she is building a poetry brand that fuses vulnerability with empowerment—an artistic voice as haunting as it is unforgettable.)
Gratitude In The Everyday
Next time you groan at the price of the gas,
Be thankful your car can still make the pass.
Next time your house is a mess and a roar,
Be grateful for family who live through that door.
Next time your boss makes your patience run thin,
Give thanks for the job that helps you begin.
We wait for the better, we wish for the grand,
While blessings surround us, close at hand.
We gossip, we grumble, we sigh and compare,
Ignoring the gifts that are already there.
But life is too short to waste on the small—
Let gratitude rise and soften it all.
So live with a heart that sees what is good,
The laughter, the shelter, the warm plate of food.
You are already blessed, just open your eyes—
And joy will appear like a sun in your skies.