I had no intents of blogging today, I just wanted to attend a class, relax with my can of bitter lemon and read other blogs. As life would have it, I stumbled upon her…again and this time, I wasn’t willing to just let it go and not tell you.
One beautiful woman who writes verses, poetry and prose. As hard as it may seem, she knows just how to put words to feelings, with her personal sketches.
I’m in love with her writings, they’re like the everyday, collective experiences of today’s woman. You can literally feel the love, loss, pain and healing in different chapters of her life.
Reading her poems is like the cuddle you get after you’ve been broken into a million pieces on the inside and the light you see at the end of the tunnel.
If there’s a place deeper than the bone marrow, that’s how far her poems go.
She put’s me in a state of Eunoia. Milk and honey is one book I’ll add to my library, if you love poetry, you should follow suit.
More beautiful writings, read on: