Categories Emotions, Human Nature, Lifestyle, Meditation

I remember when you were a rose;
ruffled then the feathers became;
under the weather you slowly cruised;
the sunshine faded;
and the flower withered.

Life hit hard; it lied, played games,
brought regrettable connections,
and distorted the truth.
You’ve seen and done it all,
you hurt deep and you wept.

It matters not, what life made you;
secure or insecure, complex or modest,
winner or failure, sociable or lonely,
You’re still that stunningly precious diamond;
the rose remained a rose.

That beautiful, smart,
funny, kind, and unique rose
that you once knew
remains hidden
somewhere inside of you.

You hold the power, the strength, and the ability
to search for the sunshine;
that will make bloom
that rose that you once cherished,
loved, and adored.

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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