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“Slice up the moon for me sweetheart,
cover me up with its craters after a midnight of just desserts.”
― Chapter 13: Poetry | Musings and Aphorisms
cover me up with its craters after a midnight of just desserts.”
― Chapter 13: Poetry | Musings and Aphorisms
“Us women
We are nurturers,
Daughters, sisters, wives and mothers.
It’s in our nature to be givers.
And often passed through generations is this sense of duty.
We are blessed with divinity to be creators of life.
But never should that hold us back from our dreams, We also have a right to find personal fulfilment.
We must be brave enough to say, I deserve that
I can do that
I can dream,
I can make it happen.
Because, we can.”
― Chapter 13: Poetry | Musings and Aphorisms
We are nurturers,
Daughters, sisters, wives and mothers.
It’s in our nature to be givers.
And often passed through generations is this sense of duty.
We are blessed with divinity to be creators of life.
But never should that hold us back from our dreams, We also have a right to find personal fulfilment.
We must be brave enough to say, I deserve that
I can do that
I can dream,
I can make it happen.
Because, we can.”
― Chapter 13: Poetry | Musings and Aphorisms
“In the rush to be brilliant and flawless humans, we forget how wildly beautiful discovering quirks are. Knowing the essence of someone, you know. It’s such a delicate thing, to be trusting of someone to get acquainted with their quirks and to have the privilege to enjoy them.”
―
―
“I live in a house of many mirrors.
Each morning I wake and watch the sun escape the clutches of the night
as it hurries home to me, it wiggles its way into my room
through the sheerness of my unwashed drapes.
How often must my curtains be washed?, I wonder for only a moment
as I follow the beam that lands on one of my many mirrors.
My thoughts bounce, from one spot to another, to an open space on the wall.
where they rest, next to the beating of the tiny hand of my old wall clock
it presses forward,
the smell of fresh coffee that is yet to be made calls to me,
Having sufficiently tapped into the pulse of the morning
I breathe, I pull back the curtains
Allowing myself to fully be evoked by what I can only describe as a love song,
composed by a gathering of light, settling of the midnight mist and lovers union
…stirring in a cup of hope.”
―
Each morning I wake and watch the sun escape the clutches of the night
as it hurries home to me, it wiggles its way into my room
through the sheerness of my unwashed drapes.
How often must my curtains be washed?, I wonder for only a moment
as I follow the beam that lands on one of my many mirrors.
My thoughts bounce, from one spot to another, to an open space on the wall.
where they rest, next to the beating of the tiny hand of my old wall clock
it presses forward,
the smell of fresh coffee that is yet to be made calls to me,
Having sufficiently tapped into the pulse of the morning
I breathe, I pull back the curtains
Allowing myself to fully be evoked by what I can only describe as a love song,
composed by a gathering of light, settling of the midnight mist and lovers union
…stirring in a cup of hope.”
―
“In the rush to be brilliant and flawless humans, we forget how wildly beautiful discovering quirks are. Knowing the essence of someone, you know. It’s such a delicate thing, to be trusting of someone to get acquainted with their quirks and to have the privilege to enjoy them.”
―
―
“Us women
We are nurturers,
Daughters, sisters, wives and mothers.
It’s in our nature to be givers.
And often passed through generations is this sense of duty.
We are blessed with divinity to be creators of life.
But never should that hold us back from our dreams, We also have a right to find personal fulfilment.
We must be brave enough to say, I deserve that
I can do that
I can dream,
I can make it happen.
Because, we can.”
― Chapter 13: Poetry | Musings and Aphorisms
We are nurturers,
Daughters, sisters, wives and mothers.
It’s in our nature to be givers.
And often passed through generations is this sense of duty.
We are blessed with divinity to be creators of life.
But never should that hold us back from our dreams, We also have a right to find personal fulfilment.
We must be brave enough to say, I deserve that
I can do that
I can dream,
I can make it happen.
Because, we can.”
― Chapter 13: Poetry | Musings and Aphorisms
