“She spills the oceans of words and feelings on the pages of earth, transforming it into the green blooming planet.”

I am a warrior queen with a reincarnation aura of phoenix and wolf breathing within me, with the heart of a firefly and a woman of words mixed with wisdom.

I have transformed from an autumn-drying cage to a spring-filled rainbow freedom soul.

People who self-criticize themselves and drown in their own dungeon of victimization, are my energy-draining points.

The generosity of my kindness is something that I love about myself.

The inspiration to grow beyond my capacity and be a ray of hope for someone is the nudge I need to take care of myself.

Her survival and thriving truth has been marred with black ties of words, intentions, behavior and presence.

His lips have confessed his love but her heart bleeds ice cold blood that doesn’t revive with the confession of life-giving moments, as she is someone who has surpassed the bonds of love.

Her heart screams out, no one destroyed you, it was your own heart that became the pawn of pain, protect it.

She stands on the cliff edge, waiting for the wind to help her become one with nature.

The black colors of pain, highlight the white pearly sapphire rays of understanding and calm.

Her heartbeats sang the melodies of victorious scars, that held the proofs of invisble doubts and cracks of holding on to patience.

She was an example of a monument that was filled with cold, non breathing steel elements but filled with elegance.

Her words and sentences are a means of everlasting remembrance of who she is.

She is a mystical beauty with bravery, as her life is filled with tranquility scented adventures.

Violet and purple call out to her, they bring forth wisdom and spirituality to her persona.

I open my heart and say goodbye to the one who made me question my worth.

From all the flowers on the earth, she preferred to be a cactus-to bloom for the one, to push away the rest.

Oh, how beautifully you will bloom again.

Nothing grows from spreading hate, You’ll find that out quite soon. But plant some love within its place, the world will surely bloom.

Let yourself bloom and don’t let anyone halt your growth.

Grace is found flourishing beneath skin blooming from each scar.

It takes a great deal of courage to emerge from the dirt and the hurt and grow and bloom into petals of kindness and love.

From each scar today bloom the flowers of a kinder tomorrow.

Every flower blooms at their own pace, dear. Watch your own growth, not others’ one.