“I will not let my grief or anxiety, rob me of compassion or kindness.”

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.

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

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.

She is content, free and breathing with ease, the reward of her patience.

She was holding strong to the principle of being respectful and loyal to the pledge of being protective of her boundaries and sanity.

She looks into the mirror, winks at herself, now is the time to evolve into her greatest form.

She had learnt to say NO, after decades of sacrificing her sanity for the sake of other’s smiles.

There are days when she couldn’t forgive herself but that were the exact moments when her soul needed the trust of letting go.

She desires to crawl into his arms and stay till their roots become one stem.

She looked at her image in the mirror, and she kept schooling her soul, it is the right time to update and upgrade youurself.

He had hurt her beyond abuse, and now she doesn’t let his name also pass through her mind.

She journaled frequently – what did I learn from this particular situation in relation to myself. These question helped her understand herself much better.

She understood what it meant to have a breathing space, she gave her loved ones enough to bloom in the light of sparkling silence.