What gives us humanity and power
Your grief doesn't ask for pity; it asks for space to grow until it becomes the sun. Thank you for the reminder that the fiercest fire is born exactly where we tried to become our smallest selves. A beautiful and powerful process.
Yes, yes! Thank you for that reflection. 🙏🏽
Grief must be borne collectively. It’s too powerful for one person to bear.
Absolutely!
Beautiful, my friend!
Grief indeed. ❤️🔥
❤️❤️❤️
I love your poem, it’s so touching, love to connect!😀
Thank you, Noor!
this is so insanely important & powerful at this exact point in time, thank you!!
Thank you!!! 🙏🏽
The overwhelming power of grief is so greatly expressed in this poem. "That the sun can fit
Into your palm And you spit fire." Yes absolutely!
🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 Thank you! So glad you feel it too!
the pounding grief that dulls to an ache through the balm of your poetic expression. xo
🙏🏽 Much love to you, Deneene!
"That's the sun can fit // into the palm of your hand" this image comes to life -- great work!
Your grief doesn't ask for pity; it asks for space to grow until it becomes the sun. Thank you for the reminder that the fiercest fire is born exactly where we tried to become our smallest selves. A beautiful and powerful process.
Yes, yes! Thank you for that reflection. 🙏🏽
Grief must be borne collectively. It’s too powerful for one person to bear.
Absolutely!
Beautiful, my friend!
Grief indeed. ❤️🔥
❤️❤️❤️
I love your poem, it’s so touching, love to connect!😀
Thank you, Noor!
this is so insanely important & powerful at this exact point in time, thank you!!
Thank you!!! 🙏🏽
The overwhelming power of grief is so greatly expressed in this poem. "That the sun can fit
Into your palm And you spit fire." Yes absolutely!
🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 Thank you! So glad you feel it too!
the pounding grief that dulls to an ache through the balm of your poetic expression. xo
🙏🏽 Much love to you, Deneene!
"That's the sun can fit // into the palm of your hand" this image comes to life -- great work!