Raw & Resilient: Personal Reflections & Healing

You Left Me in Autumn

You Left Me in Autumn

I wrote this poem as a reflection of my experience of letting go and finding strength. Like the seasons, life has its cycles—autumn represents loss, and spring brings renewal. Both...

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You Left Me in Autumn

I wrote this poem as a reflection of my experience of letting go and finding strength. Like the seasons, life has its cycles—autumn represents loss, and spring brings renewal. Both...

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The Last Gift From Mom

The Last Gift From Mom

It was a Saturday morning when I discovered my mother's still body lying on the floor of her bedroom. 

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The Last Gift From Mom

It was a Saturday morning when I discovered my mother's still body lying on the floor of her bedroom. 

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