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Sunflowers
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Complete, First published Jul 09, 2025
Mature
He gave me flowers to silence me. 
I wrote poems to scream. 

Sunflowers is not just a collection of poetry-it is a soft unfolding, a quiet reckoning, a testimony to the ways we learn, lose, and return to love. Through vivid language, emotional clarity, and spiritual tenderness, Tionne Talbert leads us through a journey that begins before breath and lingers long after heartbreak.

This collection opens in the sacred waters of the womb, where love speaks before language, where the heartbeat of a mother or father is the first music a soul ever hears. From there, it moves through the raw hunger of growing up, the desperate search for affection when childhood love felt distant or broken, the trembling vulnerability of first attraction, and the burning confusion of wanting love but not knowing how to hold it.

But Sunflowers is not just about the ache-it is about the bloom. It is about what happens when a woman begins to see herself as worthy, not because someone else finally says so, but because she remembers her light. It is about standing tall, like the flower this book is named for: turning toward the sun, even after the rain.

With themes of self-love, generational healing, romantic longing, spiritual rebirth, and feminine strength, these poems cradle the reader in honesty and offer a safe space to feel deeply. They do not promise perfection. They promise presence. They promise growth. They remind you that love-real love-can be rooted in the quiet soil of your own becoming.

For the woman who has loved too loudly.
For the girl who never felt chosen.
For the soul that still believes in blooming.
Sunflowers is for you.
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