Deep in the willows of s p l e n d o u r,
an olive bloom understood how easily a prayer can be answered.
simply pondering an ellipse of light is enough to warm a star.
a warmed star brightens a fairy’s corpse so a moonbow can remind a firefly’s light,
how to illuminate the rest of the darkness.
“so what do we do,
when we wish to breathe a wyldflowerwish upon our own heart through a starling’s song?”
the little stillhopinggirl questioned, as her voice cracked.
“right, there.”
Your voice cracked because what you were offering means the most, yes.
Find what brings your being here a fulfillment that outweighs the regret
the possibility of whatever nots knotting up every reason why,
it can only be you for your dreams.
….
colours.
i love every hue the heart wonders in.
“even if sometimes the shades are a little scary…”
She looked away,
her hands grabbing the hem of her dress.
I still feel the dreams they keep and i want to taste the ones meant to soar me above …
An alarm clock rings.
It's Saturday.
9:36am.
Her puppy licks her cheeks.
The sunlight melts her fears away.
somehow.
A dreamwalk saved her anyway.
e v e r ♡ g a r d e n
if these words
have ever found you
when you needed them,
stay awhile.
there are more
growing here.
This flower girl dreams in poems.
Every offering gives those dreams
another sunrise to become real.☕💐
some hearts survive quietly
until one day, they look up
and realize how far they’ve climbed.
Diaries of a Borderline is #5 in Disability Poetry on Kindle🙏🥹
for every heart still becoming—
come read the book helping us climb✨️
she once wished she could run away.
instead, she found her way back to wonder.
The Girl Who Reached for Infinity ✨
let’s help this little book reach the sky, too🌈
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