She is wandering among the fields of flowers
Sometimes running sometimes slowing down
But never stopping anywhere.
The flowers in the fields were unique from one another
Some with thorns and some without them
Also each one with different shapes and sizes .
She couldn't understand nor she could explain
What it was that she couldn't ignore the thorns and focus on the flowers at the same time
Also she couldn't only focus on the path .
She also had to look after herself
A process so enticing she understood
While being in the fields .
Among the wildflowers.
The winds made her look high up in the sky
And sometimes low to the grounds
And most of the times in alignment with her path .
She is about to enter so many wildflower fields
During her wandering time
But she knows she is ready to see it and feel it all with open heart and open arms .
PICTURE SOURCE--PINTEREST
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The Thoughts She Kept To Herself
PoetryThings you wish happened even a little once . . . Something of thoughts she kept to herself In the journey of searching her true self
