Raw & Resilient: Personal Reflections & Healing
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...
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...
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.
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.