Flowers In Winter - McMillan, Thandiwe
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***5 poem (excerpts) are listed below from each section of the book*** >This is a collection of poetry divided into five parts: Discovery & Belonging, Defining Love, Sometimes the Sun Doesn't Rise, Questioning Chaos, & Rainbows After Storm. This is a reflection on the authors life from childhood to adulthood and how she navigates the world while dealing with loss and trying to heal. This book deals shows the brutality of the world we live in through the eyes of the author, while also offering healing and uplifting words that let readers know they are not alone. >Discovery & Belonging I miss…mehr

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***5 poem (excerpts) are listed below from each section of the book*** >This is a collection of poetry divided into five parts: Discovery & Belonging, Defining Love, Sometimes the Sun Doesn't Rise, Questioning Chaos, & Rainbows After Storm. This is a reflection on the authors life from childhood to adulthood and how she navigates the world while dealing with loss and trying to heal. This book deals shows the brutality of the world we live in through the eyes of the author, while also offering healing and uplifting words that let readers know they are not alone. >Discovery & Belonging I miss being ten years old, skipping bare backed & breathless on old nylon carpet, toothy grinned. Painted with innocence, tickled with curiosity, ignorant to the meaning of sex, I was. It didn't take long for me to catch on; ingest motion pictures piffle that forced nudity and sex together in a country where nakedness is shameful. Defining Love You are rare A blue moon on a cloudless night. If leaving your side meant sipping sanctified waters from the fountain of youth I would choose the path of crows feet and a shriveled skin suit, so that I may never leave you. Sometimes the Sun Doesn't Rise It's been years since you died. The pain is raw. I loathe it. It sits like a prisoner, locked behind my chest, beyond my rib cage. If time heals all wounds, this is a life-long sentence. Questioning Chaos If dreams are glimpses of other dimensions, my other selves are seldom melancholy. I want their happiness. In those dimensions they dream as well, wondering the same thing. They want my happiness. Rainbows After Storms I flew across arid emptiness mossy woodland blinding glaciers frosty tundra and Atlantic slosh in search of something I could only find in the crevices of my heart: Joy.
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