Category: Tenderness

Poetry Fragments of thought (Catharsis, 2021) a flowerthatbloomsat night VII Portraits (Pinterest, 2021) I bloom at night so no one can see, where there is no pressure, no high expectations.   Although it’s withered and lack of sun, I can still rise even after a fall.   My roots were damaged, my petals were dying and began to fall.   However, I will continue to grow for I have learned my lessons and seek for ‘more’.   Read my other post Poetry Quiet Partings Read More Becoming Self-Discovery: Finding Peace Amongst Inner Demons Read More Load More Stay Connected. Instagram Pinterest