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FOR ALL THE TIMES...I THANK YOU! by Sandra Allagapen

It may be difficult to appreciate challenges as they arise…

Yet they often are the catalysts that push us to dig deep and discover aspects of ourselves that we may have been unaware of. This poem was born in a moment of appreciation for those who have challenged my sense of worthiness in the past, for they have been my greatest teachers, and indirectly, have led me to a path of transformation, self-responsibility and self-love. It was my way of saying to each one of them: from one soul to another, I thank you, I appreciate what you have done for me and I honor you.

For all the times... I thank you!
by Sandra Allagapen

For all the times
You let me down,
I thank you
It helped me discover my inner strength

For all the times
You criticised me behind my back
I thank you
It taught me to ignore gossip

For all the times
You turned away from me
I thank you
It encouraged me to allow new people into my life

For all the times
You copied what I had and did
I thank you
It highlighted everything about me that others appreciated

For all the times
You couldn't look me in the eye
I thank you
It showed that I wasn't the one out of integrity

For all the times
You tried to make me wrong
I thank you
It motivated me to be the best I can be

For all the times
You've done your best to keep me small
I thank you
It taught me to value myself

For all the times
You chose not to love me
I thank you
It pushed me to learn to love myself

For all the times
You tried to clip my wings
I thank you
It made me even more determined to fly

Sandra Allagapen: I am originally from Mauritius but now live in London UK. I am an accountant as well as an alternative therapist. I find balance in variety. I love reading, jewellery-making, reading, spending time with my loved ones, reading, writing and reading. I am hopeful that one day I’ll be spending more time writing than reading!  I love bright colours, crystals, books, trees, people who are not afraid to speak their minds, and so much more on this gorgeous planet of ours. You may contact me on Facebook .

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