The touch he planted
left a garden to blossom
inside me.
I was the rain and he was the
sun outside me.
Like a match he fueled
the wildfire of growth
inside me.
Strong flowers standing tall
inside me.
Never wilting for anyone
outside me.
But the rain kept them growing
inside me.
So he sat back and watched mesmerized at the confidence
rising like stems inside me.
Beautiful sunflowers
appearing one by one
outside me.
-s.j.
YOU ARE READING
the healing
PoesíaThese are a collection of poems about my reflections on the best moments of my life and the things that brought the light into my life again. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy :)
