Written by Jacob Ibrag
Take them, the parts that helped you move
forward. No, I don’t need them. Not anymore. I had
borrowed them from birth, waiting to place them back
to where they belong. My pieces are out there, I know
it. Waiting to fit, searching for a wanting home.
Photography by Henri Pham
Eyes + Words 
Wow! Loved this post. I am planning to take part in a competition and the theme is Memories. So, I was wondering if you can check out my posts and tell me which one is the most relevant to memories as soon as possible. It would mean a lot to me if you’d help me out. 🌸
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Thanks Zovi, I really liked ‘He Was Her Hope.’
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Okay! Thank you.
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Beautiful ❤
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Thanks 😀
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Its wad so nice poem! 😃😃❤
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It is** hehe sorry…
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Thank you 🙂
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Welcomed! Have an amazing day! ⛅
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Searching for a wanting home… And gracefully into your open arms they’ve flown .. Happy ending… Tada!
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😀
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I love this. As we grow into our feelings and ‘let go’ we really do try to find a place to put them and move forward in life. This is how I took your poem at least. And it was healing. Thank you.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it, thank you 🙂
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This really resonated. Nicely done.
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Thank you Ali 🙂
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It’s beautiful, well written. I’d love to read more
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Wonderful poem, definitely started my day right! ✿
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Thank you 🙂
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May you find the Home you seek. May blessings follow you all your Days.
xo
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👍🌟🎙️
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