Her screams were like whispers
They echoed in her head
But the day was so beautiful
She could not help but smile
And when the trees shivered in the bitter November wind
She shivered with them
And all she could do was hope for spring
Poetry, Visual Arts, Music and IT Tech
A journey through the heart of grief
One Therapist's Thoughts-Before and After
WE RECYCLE LIFE
Penning down my thoughts
Beauty, Health, and everything in between.
Sometimes you have to sit back and let life happen