“She metamorphosed into grand ground breaking tales of love, passion, hopes and revival.”

I affirm to water my soul soil, cleanse my air, break the cage of flames to warmth and light my path, let water help me flow flawlessly.

I am a mere traveler on the outskirts of this world, tiptoeing and preparing for my eternal home that my mother nurtured me with, that has the scent of paradise and soil of my ancestors.

My guidance is from the rays of hope that are instilled in my pores and from the priceless beams of faith.

My heart metamorphoses with the swift changes of my ever-developing soul and mind.

Life experiences are like pollen grains, scattered and found in the arcades of wounds which are soulless but colorful like a rainbow.

My heartbeats have filled the directions and glory of love that I receive from him, a meaningful positive calm filled aura in being his.

I stood in the face of fear, with the smirk on my face, baiting it to have a go, so that I can embed my soul in the very aura that kept threatening my sanity.

I am a woman who isn’t enough to be held within the box of mediocrity and rules.

I am love, I am seen and felt fully, I am whole and life, I am a voice and a momentum.

I am a woman whose shadows echo life and light in the dark abyss of life.

Her breaths breathe that every encounter with him is a treasure and blessing uplifting her to royalty.

I am spring that has bore the heat of life’s summer and the chill blast of winter, to die in the autumn multiple times but revive each full moon.

She is a phenomenal woman, a red blood eclipsing moon, with wild and bright phases yet complete and beautiful.

Being on her own, the kingdom of solitude is her power of self awareness and self love.

Her heart beats with rhythms of sanity mingled with darkness and fierce brutality, she is elixir of life’s poison.

She has the scent of cinnamon summer that the roots of winter absorb.

You need to be broken, to let the rays of hope in. Every broken piece can be fixed, it’s the glue that has to settle in, let time do its magic.

Here I am spitting up roses in your name I hope you choke on the thorns.

Let the season’s aroma soak into your bones as gingerbread men come to life.

Trapped in a pothole, snow raining down my face I have to wonder will the sunshine come in time?

Life is time lapsing behind me so I’m resting this mind of mine taking a step back giving myself some time to find my soul hoping I like what I find.

To leap or to fall: that is love’s question.

Storms can ruin gardens, but that doesn’t mean you won’t see flowers again.

It all fell down like a house of cards that’s why I had to put up my guards now I’m back to building a stronger base cause now I know anything in this world I can face.