Traces of light pink
to remind me of
my fertility.
It wanes like the moon now.
Maturity has taught me
that my worth is not
just my fertility.
Waves of creativity
heave and contract
with pressure inside and out.
I am resilient and will prevail.
– I am not done –
for every end is
only just a beginning.
Like seasons and tides
Ideas spark and fade.
I grasp to catch them.
Some are shining jewels,
others covered in mud and
less revealing.
Each one a gem from my heart
to yours.
Published by Healing Insights with Jen
I share my stories honestly as an attempt to find meaning and connection. My intention is that by sharing our stories we ultimately heal ourselves and the world. I want to be a beacon of light to show that it is possible to find your footing and inner strength even when the world seems to be in chaos.
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