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| To the One Who Holds Me Up Every day that passes, I see it more and more— the depth of your love, steady and sure. Not once have I doubted the way you care, but still, I stand in awe that you are there. I don’t deserve the heart you give, yet you teach me daily how to live. I’m thankful for your gentle ways, for the light you bring to all my days. I know I can be hard to hold, but your patience is pure gold. You make me better, you make me see, the strength and love inside of me. You lift me up when I might fall, you’re my heart, my home, my all. You show me love that’s real and true— and every beat says I love you. -AnnaRosa |
| The One My Heart Belongs To With every sunrise, I see it more clear, the way you love me—steady, sincere. You’ve never let me question or doubt, your love speaks softly, yet so loud. I don’t know what I did to deserve your heart, but you’ve loved me whole, not just in part. You lift me up when I start to fall, and somehow, you see the best in it all. I know I can be difficult, lost in my ways, but your patience carries me through my days. You calm my storms, you ease my fears, you’ve kissed away my lonely years. You’ve shown me what real love can be— honest, pure, and endlessly free. So here I stand, forever true, grateful for every piece of you. Because you’re the reason I’ve learned to feel, A love so rare... -AnnaRosa |
| On This Day, We Remember You On this day, we pause and pray, To honor you in a special way. It’s your birthday, Mom — how we wish We could celebrate with your favorite dish. I miss your voice, your warm embrace, The gentle light upon your face. Your laughter filled our every room, Now memories chase away the gloom. You taught us love, you showed us grace, A mother’s strength, a heart in place. Though we can't hug you like before, We feel your presence, evermore. With my siblings, I share the day, We talk, we laugh, we cry, we say— "Remember when…?" and smile through tears, Reliving joy from younger years. I know you’re shining, proud and high, A star eternal in the sky. You left us rich with love so true, We carry on, because of you. So happy birthday, dearest one, Our hearts still beat with what you've done. Until we meet and hold you tight, We send our love on wings of light. By: AnnaRosa Coronado |
| "Lead Me Through" By AnnaRosa In shadows thick, I whisper a prayer, Is someone listening out there? My steps are weak, my path unsure, But still I knock on Heaven’s door. Guide my hands, divine and true, Help me walk the path to You . The chariot waits in light above— Lift me with grace, carry me with love. |
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| You are my steady by AnnaRosa My life is filled by your existence. You give me strength to push through— the noise, the silence, the days that try to break me. When I falter, your presence becomes the ground beneath my feet , the light in my shadow. You may never know the weight you lift just by being here. But You do. And because of you— I rise |
| With every fiber of my being, I lift you up— away from harm. I offer my guidance, I am a person without credentials So for you, I hold no authority. I am stereotyped, labeled a minority, dismissed for my circumstances, a charity case— frowned upon, talked about. What should I do? Bury myself— or let you bury me? In your eyes I see no remorse, no accountability. And still— knowing I’m the one who’s going to fall— you let it happen. -AnnaRosa |
| “ Echoes behind my eyes” How do you scream when your mouth is sealed shut? When your fists are folded into prayers, not protest? Anger simmers— not in fire, but in the quiet ache behind my eyes. They say, “Don’t raise your voice,” so I raise my blood pressure, my heartbeat, my walls. Tears fall, not out of weakness, but out of pressure. Not sorrow, but steam. Not sadness— but something deeper, emptier. I do not throw fists. I throw words into the void, and even they refuse to echo. Tell me: Is this anger, or is it grief in a war mask? I carry it all behind polite smiles and closed doors— until silence becomes my loudest scream. -AnnaRosa |
| I have so many mixed emotions— but anger is the loudest one. It drowns out the rest in silence, pressing heavy on my chest, yet I dare not let it out. Not one peep. Not a look. Just a slight weep to flush the sadness no one sees. Anger. Hurt. Loneliness. Still— I give all I am, all I have to the ones I hold dear. I hide my face, mask the cracks, so they won’t see the breaking underneath. But their actions… they whisper louder than their words. They show me I’m invisible, dismissed, pushed aside in my own home. I have no authority. Treated like a stranger, a shadow, a minority in the space I built for love. Yet they say: “I love you.” And for a moment— I believe. A brief exhale of relief. Hope tiptoes in. But it never stays -AnnaRosa |
| Fishing for words Words rush like a river, too many to catch, too fast to follow. The page lies still, waiting for a mark, a signal to begin. Thoughts pile up, a storm of fragments, each one desperate to speak, to find its place. But the blankness stares back, unchallenged, silent. |
| I really like this. Good flow and we writers know about that blankness staring back. |
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