But keep sowing, keep watering—
One day the ground will open,
And what wasn’t meant to bloom will lead you
To richer earth
#poem #poetry #poet #inspirational #inspiration
But keep sowing, keep watering—
One day the ground will open,
And what wasn’t meant to bloom will lead you
To richer earth
#poem #poetry #poet #inspirational #inspiration
You were my world,
my universe,
the brightest star in endless skies.
But dying stars burn wild—
unpredictable, explosive, divine—
and in the end, all that remained
was a black hole.
You were my world,
my universe,
the brightest star in endless skies.
But dying stars burn wild—
unpredictable, explosive, divine—
and in the end, all that remained
was a black hole.
P.1
From my chest I sent a dove
My rest, my peace, my love
She stretched out her wings
In search for your shores
Only to find you were unsure
You weren't secure
you werent dry land
You, a drifting boat.
Pulled by winds you refuse to name
You had no anchor
Just filled with shame
P.1
From my chest I sent a dove
My rest, my peace, my love
She stretched out her wings
In search for your shores
Only to find you were unsure
You weren't secure
you werent dry land
You, a drifting boat.
Pulled by winds you refuse to name
You had no anchor
Just filled with shame