A short prophetic poem empowering women to achieve their best.
Another oldie but goodie. This one is nearest and dearest to my heart. It speaks to me in a way I never knew I needed to be spoken to. I’m happy to share it with the public finally, I hope it reaches deep. I’ve had a very eventful day today and as you may realize by now busy days equal a poem post, so here you go: Captive Soul Hidden …
Slowly the will to live disappears from her being
She’d rather die than appear a failure to her parents and peers
Till death do us part, let this love kill me!
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While we all strive to achieve our grandest dreams, happiness or contentment may be elusive along the journey. Don’t be dismayed I have a few tips for you on how to be just that: happy.
Anxiety. A feeling all too familiar. Inextricably linked to my ambitious nature. Always wanting to be, to do, to evolve and become. Somehow still trapped in the present presence of what still is and is not yet.