When the clouds came to meet me,
I greeted them with blooms.
Grey veils pressed against my horizon,
heavy with silence,
Yet each petal I offered was a small defiance
-a whisper of colour against the blues.
The storm lingered, but its weight thinned,
like sorrow dissolving into memory
Hope did not arrive as lightning,
but as a steady clearing:
a sky learning to breathe again,
a heart relearning its rhythm.
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Agreed, depending on the day.
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You are right 😃 Thanks, Diana!
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😀🥰🫠🤪
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What a wonderful response, Reena. ‘ A heart relearning its rhythm.’ Loved it.
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I constantly work to keep myself away from depression.
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Wonderful poem, love the storm bringing peace.
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Peace or turmoil is inside us.
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Ooh, wonderful, Reena!
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Thank you so much!
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Reena you reframe sorrow – not a battle to be won, but as a gentle, patient process of thawing – beautiful 💜
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I was thinking of depression. One really needs to fight it out.
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Ah yes I get it ❤️
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this is beauitful, Reena.
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Thank you, Nigel!
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You’re welcome, Reena.
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That’s a lovely and soothing poem Reena. Well done!
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Thanks so much!
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A very beautiful poem Reena. Loved its vibes of calmness. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you, Sadie!
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You’re most welcome
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This is so beautiful, Reena. Love the quiet strength of your gentle words.
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Thank you, Punam!
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