The Gift
In the recesses of buried dreams and unrequited love resides a lady of longing.
She is adorned and anchored with confidence, boundries, and compassion.
It was her fashion to uphold her standards. She was not desperate and held onto her virtues.
One fine day, she heard on the waves of the winds of change a faint song.
It resonated intensly with her inner core. It made her plain petals light up once more and turn them into a rich velvet.
She decided to no longer dine on meager handouts. She made up her mind to wait for a full course meal and a rare wine. She had not the stomach to endure anymore of just the bare minimum that kept her alive. She wanted to thrive! She wanted generosity, yes, but more than this; to be cherished and chosen.
She was a gift waiting to be given yet she was also recieving a gift: A gift of hope.
Thank you all for your kind favs and comments. Tend your gardens well for your roses are a gift to not be taken for granted.
The Gift
In the recesses of buried dreams and unrequited love resides a lady of longing.
She is adorned and anchored with confidence, boundries, and compassion.
It was her fashion to uphold her standards. She was not desperate and held onto her virtues.
One fine day, she heard on the waves of the winds of change a faint song.
It resonated intensly with her inner core. It made her plain petals light up once more and turn them into a rich velvet.
She decided to no longer dine on meager handouts. She made up her mind to wait for a full course meal and a rare wine. She had not the stomach to endure anymore of just the bare minimum that kept her alive. She wanted to thrive! She wanted generosity, yes, but more than this; to be cherished and chosen.
She was a gift waiting to be given yet she was also recieving a gift: A gift of hope.
Thank you all for your kind favs and comments. Tend your gardens well for your roses are a gift to not be taken for granted.