Joyful Ruins

Discovering joy in the hard places


Always a Rose

The flowers are out again

I can’t help but see

they struggled too

and waited

slept

retreated into darkness

They changed

transformed

and hid

But look at them

no less beautiful

Different than they were

the year before

yet still

a daffodil

or rose

lily

or tulip



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An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.

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