Priming Age
Dear older self, I vow to love and prim you as we have always done for the garden that's our mind, even if it means I am a fleeting memory as your petals quietly diminish in the space of time.…
Burnt to Ashes
Even when, My bones have been, Burnt to ashes, I feel like, I'll still be haunting the world, With my inability to let Old souls cry. ~ Old habits really do die hard. Written by: Soshinie Singh ©All…
Stepping Stones
I have wronged more times than I can remember. But. I have been wronged too. However, I will not blame it on immaturity. We pry and cry, and at every level we wish to say were immature. Until after a…
Darkness: A Lantern
Image from PexelsLife experiences encompasses of multitudes of trial and error. In this world of growth, we become a speckle, a drop of water which falls from the tap. Sometimes this drop goes straight into the dark tunnel and through…
Beauty Doesn’t Cower
Illustration by DeviantArt artist Auralous The Phoenix Letters: Letters to My Younger Self is available on Amazon and Smashwords, or see My Books for more details.
A Dance with Words
Her words sprawled across, The cotton white page, Silenced by the dark ridged lines, There was no discrimination there, Everyone wrote about love, But her words were cursed, With the embellishment of growth, A beauty she gardened, In the soiled…