womenthatwrite

i glimpse the stars inspite of the storm
i feel the wisp of the wind inspite of the heat
i breathe the sweet scent of flowers even after the fire
i savor success even during tribulations

scenarios have been playing in my head
and it keeps on getting an encore
i want it to cease and yet i'm animated about it
i don't make sense and yet i fully understand
an irony of life in its true essence

inspite of the toxicity of the world...

blossoming lemonzest