I have not seen you bloom so brilliantly bright in such a long time
Your petals the color of passionate deep reds, yellows, and oranges
like the phoenix, and its rebirth
a blanket of furious colors wrapped around your frame
rising from the dead, reclaiming your liberty
bravery and courage in fuming tones
I can see you've finally risen
embracing your sacred presence
YOU ARE READING
I'm fashionably late to loving myself
PoetryThe world would be dull if love, poetry, admiration, zeal, passion, and romance wouldn't lace each strand of our heavenly web. I spill my heart on this one love letter to the entire humanity. In a faint voice though, soft enough to hear only when yo...
