To step into myself
is uncharted territory.
To feel safe
is an unread part of the story.
Continue reading “Rediscovery”To step into myself
is uncharted territory.
To feel safe
is an unread part of the story.
Continue reading “Rediscovery”How many times
can I write a rhyme?
Until my mouth sours like a lime
and I crumble under the divine? Continue reading “When Will I Know?”
When you already feel a million years old in your soul, it’s hard to want to grow old.
My chance to watch the world in wonder has already walked away from me.
Now, I look with grief stricken eyes.
Continue reading “Past, Present, Future.”Someone gifted me an orchid some years ago. They’re gorgeous flowers, and I’m not usually one for flowers in my home (I prefer longer lasting greenery), but I loved them. Its arching branch produced many beautifully speckled and spotted flowers, pink and purple in hue. If you looked closely into the middle of the flower, its pollinating center was extremely intricate looking; thin stems covered in tiny bumps with a bulbous end. I was in awe of it, as I usually am with nature.
Continue reading “A Life Lesson from an Orchid”