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Desolate are the places routinely known, comforts once considered life are now suspended. Although the hands of time present uncertainty in these days, in these hours, now. Let us ponder on the things that remain the same.
The waves will continue to roll into the sand, our footprints will surely be swayed effortlessly away with the flowing tides. The sun will still beam through the clouds and the grass will continue to grow evergreen through summers touch.
The birds will sing upon rising and the crickets chirp can still be heard by evenings entrance. The stars are still bright, a sparkle in the nights sky, still as boundless and thought provoking as the age of any time.
Our gardens will grow, perhaps even bloom in front of our eyes, as our gaze is ushered closer to the things we are naturally attuned to. The trees, as wise as ever, will remain sturdy, perhaps our reminder of strength in trying times.
Desolate are the places routinely known, but in nature we trust to guide us back to the beginning, lessons of what will always remain and what we strive to keep in our view. In these days, in these hours, now.
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My writing journey began as a child, writing diary entries to cope with the broken home I was living in. Watching my mother suffer (domestic violence) and living in a toxic household seem to unleash my artistic journey.
Thankfully, this was only part of my childhood. We were fortunate to escape and start a better life in my early teens.
I believe I have an inner strength and the capacity to see things from a different angle due to this experience. This is reflected in my work.
For most of my life, I kept my poetic side to myself, though I was incredibly creative and artistic, I had confidence issues. One day (in my twenties) I was brave enough to share some of my work with some friends, the response was positive and encouraging enough for me to eventually share via a writing platform (https://medium.com/@Wildflower11).
My first public piece was shared in May of 2016. I used the pen name Wild Flower to keep my identity private. That was five years ago now. I have grown as a writer and now proudly attach my real name to my work.
I have been published in print, anthologies, and actively write for several online publications.I’m currently working on my first poetry book, titled “Watching the Sky Meet the Sea”.
Themes of my childhood are still reflected in my work; I consider it an important part of who I am today and believe in reaching into hearts through this craft.
If my story has sparked your interest, journey with me.