A poem that describes the curse of being a writer.
Have you ever seen a dried dandelion? On the surface it may seem like something that has lived its time, but in reality that wilted and dry dandelion is still worth so much. It can go on and propagate the entire garden with more plants, more flowers. Same is the case with some people. They may be tired, sad and dejected but from the eyes of their loved one, they’re still worth everything.
A poem that describes the unshakeable bond between family, because family is blood.
A very special Valentine’s day poem that I wrote!