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The Soldier's Last Post Shaina Tranquilino November 7, 2024

Philip Connor sat alone on his porch, the dawn just starting to edge over the hills, casting a faint light on the rows of fields stretching out beyond his farmhouse. The mornings had become his time—quiet, unburdened by the chaos that lingered in the darker hours of the night. He cradled a cup of black coffee, its warmth steadying his shaking hands, hands that had seen too much.

It had been three years since his final tour, but the memories of that last deployment clung to him like an unseen shadow. Night after night, he was yanked back to that place, forced to relive the sounds, the smells, and—most painfully—the faces of his fallen comrades. He’d seen counselors, taken medication, and tried every form of therapy he could find, yet peace seemed as distant as the deserts he had left behind.

Then, one morning, an idea struck him like a flash of lightning: letters. He would write to them, his fallen friends—Jack, Marco, and Ben, and all the others who hadn’t come home. He didn’t know why the thought had occurred to him, but it brought a calm he couldn’t explain. That very afternoon, he sat down at his old wooden desk, took a deep breath, and put pen to paper.

“Dear Jack,” he wrote, “You were the best of us. Always quick with a joke, always there to calm us down when the days turned dark.” He poured himself into the letter, letting the words carry his pain, his anger, and, yes, his gratitude. Writing was hard at first, and at moments he felt silly, foolish for talking to the dead. But he kept going, each word giving him a sense of relief he hadn't felt in years.

Each morning brought another letter. He wrote about their shared memories, the laughs, and even the arguments. Each word, he realized, was a step forward—a small release of the burden he carried.

“Dear Marco,” he penned another day, “you were the first to step forward, always ready to shield the rest of us from the worst of it. I want you to know that I’ll never forget your courage. You taught me what it means to be brave.”

One by one, he penned his thanks, and one by one, he let each friend go. Each letter transformed his pain, giving it a place outside himself. He knew these were more than just letters; they were his way of paying tribute, his way of healing.

As the last letter was finished, Philip felt something shift inside him, a gentle release. The weight that had pressed against his chest was lighter. There was an unexpected peace, fragile but real, the beginning of something he had long thought impossible.

One morning, after the final letter was sealed, Philip walked to the nearby hill where an old oak tree stood. He buried the letters beneath its roots, each one a tribute, a silent promise to live for them. As he stood beneath the morning sun, a feeling of warmth and stillness washed over him.

For the first time in years, Philip Connor felt like he was home.

[divinebeautydestiny]

✨ Divine Journal Collection ✨

I’m so excited to share something that’s been deeply meaningful to me—my Divine Journal collection. These journals aren’t just blank pages; they’re sacred spaces designed to help you heal, grow, and connect with your inner self. Whether you're using them for self-reflection, creativity, or dream journaling, each journal is crafted with the intention to guide you on your journey of self-discovery and empowerment.

[lhitil]

Echoes of the Unspoken

Enthroned in silence, I strive to voice the ineffable,A quest to unveil the veiled, in whispers not yet audible,Hoping the words would gallop out of my mind like a chariot of fire,To tell about something I feel in my bones, and which can be experienced in those bones,But my thoughts fail me when I need it the most to comb through and search me,I tell people I’m busy not in a way people…

[chasingsakina]

e s c a p r i l ‘ 21 ——————— #prompt : #theexactmiddle ——————— . . . . #letsescapril / #escapril2021 / #healingthroughwriting / #poetrycommunity / #writingdaily / #flowerphotography / #creativeathome / #lockdowndiaries https://www.instagram.com/p/CNLeVZ7jOFh/?igshid=1umnynu47xn9s

[crystalwritesthings]

Enough.

And just like that she was done

Done with the aggravation

Done with the instigation

Done with the degradation

Disintegration

Manipulation

Just like that she was done.

@crystal_writes_things

[erato-was-here]

Cat Eyes and Weeping Beauty - companion poems

Have you ever seen her happy, Curled like a cat In the deepest corner-crease She can find? Her hair is messy, wild Around her ears; Flyaway strands that reach for the daydreams That play behind her cloud-eyes. She can be reading, watching, Just sat quietly listening, Or thinking up a world all her own. And if startled, she’ll look up at you, With her sky-eyes, And for just a moment She’ll be blank. And then. A smile will curl the corners of her lips And her nose will scrunch up just so And her heaven-eyes will Open and close oh-so-slow. And that is cat-like too.

Have you ever seen her sad? Her face is as disappointing As a beautiful thing can be; Your heart sinks with shame To have been a part of the cause Of that face, flushed pink With bee-stung lips reddened From the worry of teeth And hair curled From the motions of restless fingers.

I’ve never seen a wild thing so sad, With dark spiked lashes that frame Pleading eyes of shattered glass, Eyes that remember promises whispered In the night’s safe silence And broken in the harsh morning light. Behind her the room is overturned, Comforting blankets and beloved trinkets Scattered Like memories on the floor. Her paints are spilling from the desk; My pen lies in a forgotten corner Across the room. The flowers bought after our last argument Had just begun to wilt: A single creased petal Poised to fall.

[drdeeknight]

Tell the story that heals you, so other’s opinions aren’t your measuring stick. Write the book that’s healing to you, first, that breaks your heart open and let’s light in, that soothes your soul first, then brings wholeness to others. This is how I know what I’m working on now is needed. I needed it. Do what it is you need, give yourself what you’re in need of, and others will benefit, but other’s won’t dissuade you. [image text: a quote by Nikki Giovanni that says, write the book that you believe in. End image text.] ✨ #nikkigiovanni #quote #writethebook #believeinyou #healyourselffirst #believeinyourself #rescueyourself #healyou #healyourself #healthyself #youareworthit #youareworthy #youdeserveit #youdeserve #thehealingcollective #thehealingcollectiveAL #hopeandhealing #healingthroughwriting #healingthroughart #writingcommunity #journalingcommunity #therapistsofinstagram #psychologistsofinstagram #healingothers #healingyourself #focusonyou #focusonyourself #itsnotselfish #focusonhealing #youareenough https://www.instagram.com/p/CVYFx03lzFQ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[exploring-essence]

You can apply this to any area in your life where you truly desire to succeed and overcome the procrastination, the doubt, the fear, the lack of motivation or any “thing” that’s holding you back from accomplishing your goals and following through with what you set out to do. ✨💕 👉🏾If you don’t know what your purpose is or if you don’t have a vision for your life, ✨Explore yourself ✨Seek out the vision that aligns most with your spirit and that imposes discipline on you Vision helps you identify yourself 🪞 Allow yourself to be motivated daily by that vision ✨ Let me know ✨in the comments 👇🏾 What areas in your life can you make a conscious decision to practice self discipline? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #BlackSelfCare #BlackSelfCareTalk #ExploringSelf #EmpoweringBlackWomen #BlackWomenWellness #BlackGirlsWhoBlog #BlackGirlsRead #BlackGirlsReadtoo #BookBabes #GoodReadsChallenge2021 #Wellreadblackgirl #ReadThis #HealingThroughWriting #DreamBigger #PurposeDrivenLife #PurposeFulliving #PurposeDriven #MindsetShift #PersonalSuccess #WellnessJourney #AbundanceMindset #BrianTracy #BrianTracyQuotes #NoExcuses #NoExcusesThePowerOfSelfDiscipline #SelfMastery #SelfDiscipline #ExploringEssence #FridayVibes #FridayQuotes https://www.instagram.com/p/CPtOELbBADh/?utm_medium=tumblr

[berteena]

need time to digest spirit crushing wintertime misfortune and blues #haiku #senryu #poetrycommunity #healingthroughwriting (at Emory Saint Joseph's Hospital) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIzJuERH_Hr/?igshid=u77ix6n7xe7b

[alemonforyourthoughts]

Locked in there just like the thoughts inside my mind are the shadowy memories of things I never knew could hurt me.

[writteninmyshadows]

Unholy Storm

There is a wind deep beneath my skin

Roaring against my bones,

Sweeping through my veins.

It beats fiercely at the walls of my rib cage,

Daring my lungs to void themselves of air

And demanding that my heart beat faster, faster, faster.

See, my body is a beautiful countryside, 

And my soul fills it with life and light.

But anxiety is the storm that ravages it.

My nerves are trees uprooted in the storm,

Blasted through my skin

Leaving me raw and vulnerable.

Blackberry vines thrash against my arms from within,

Tearing my flesh,

Shredding it to pieces until it is unrecognizable,

Drawing blood that is only visible to me,

Though in the right light, some may see my older scars.

Depression is the rain that beats down at the walls of the greenhouse I’ve built inside my head,

The place where I do my growing.

The place where my most intimate thoughts seek shelter,

like animals seeking warmth and comfort.

The rain floods, and spills over and out through my eyes.

The wind screams louder. 

It is angry. 

It is hungry. 

It is out for blood.

It shatters the ceiling of my greenhouse,

And glass cuts the walls of my mind,

Mutilating what was once sacred.

The animals living within seek new shelter in my chest, but once inside they see that there is wind hiding inside my lungs. 

Some try to flee, try to gnaw their way out. 

Some try to fight the storm. 

Both kinds are innocent. 

But both will die. 

Some are blown away, obliterated into nothingness by the wind, which is sharp like a blade. 

Some drown. 

All die.

Swallowed whole by my inner demons,

Because the storm, it feeds on them.

It’s all so much. It’s all so fast. I would do anything, anything to make it stop.

The storm goes on for ages, destroying everything in its path.

But, eventually, it has to stop.

What goes up must come down.

And once it finally does, I must face the devastation the storm has caused. 

I must rebuild, I must regrow.

I must mend my greenhouse,

Using stronger glass, harder to break through.

I must dig ditches, to help with future flooding.

I must nurture new thoughts, new animals to inhabit the land.

I must rest, and let the sun heal me and give life to new things.

But most importantly, 

I must burrow deep tunnels for the new animals to hide in,

Even when there is no storm,

Because you never know how fast the next one will come.

[sluttygoddesspodcast]

2020 is all about finding me, being me, saying how I feel and doing whatever the fuck I want 🦋 : : : #findingme #creatingmyhappiness #selfworth💯 #healingthroughwriting #mentalcleanse #sandeeismyname #imaboss (at Brooklyn, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7hJRABJ-Ei/?igshid=z4s4sp6lxczd

[kiaradimari]

#write #writetoheal #healingthroughwriting

[chasingsakina]

e s c a p r i l ‘ 21 ✍🏽 ———————— #prompt : #ego ———————— If I’m not mistaken, this is my 3rd year? in a row participating in the @letsescapril #writingchallenge + I’m so grateful as always to @poetypical for the initial introduction ✨🌸✨ . . Like every year, there lies an uncertainty whether or not I’ll complete all prompts. . But eagerness to see where creativity will take me, is enough encouragement to motivate me to try ~ will you be taking part this year? ———————— “ أَلاَ وَإِنَّ فِي الْجَسَدِ مُضْغَةً إِذَا صَلَحَتْ صَلَحَ الْجَسَدُ كُلُّهُ، وَإِذَا فَسَدَتْ فَسَدَ الْجَسَدُ كُلُّهُ‏.‏ أَلاَ وَهِيَ الْقَلْبُ ‏"‏‏.‏ . There is a piece of flesh in the body if it becomes good (reformed) the whole body becomes good but if it gets spoilt the whole body gets spoilt and that is the heart.” - Sahih al-Bukhari 52 . . . . . . . . ———————— . . . #escapril2021 / #writingcommunity / #flowerphotography / #creativeathome / #lockdowndiaries / #healingthroughwriting / #moodygram / #changing / #cosygram / #littlemusafirawrites / (at Cardiff) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNHo8W_jG7b/?igshid=1xj0e9ymu0ohk

[crystalwritesthings]

Carina

Like the minute embers from a dying flame

She gasped for air to feed her soul

Yearning to shine

Brighter

Deeper

Hotter than the stars of Carina

@crystal_writes_things

[erato-was-here]

And so I bleed my love Until your innocence is stained Red

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