FEELS LIKE FLOWERS: A POETRY & PROSE COLLECTION

A gentle collection of poetry and prose that explores healing, loss, and renewal—reminding readers that growth unfolds slowly, quietly, and beautifully, like flowers blooming in their own time.

Some healing arrives like a storm. Some arrive like a flower.

Quietly. Slowly. Petal by petal.

Feels Like Flowers is a collection of poetry and prose about the many ways we grow through loss, pain, change, and renewal. Through reflections inspired by flowers, these pages explore what it means to let go, soften, heal, and become.

For anyone who has ever felt lost, held on too long, started over, or searched for peace within themselves, this book offers gentle reminders that growth is not always visible—and that blooming does not happen all at once.

Like flowers, we unfold in our own time.

And sometimes, becoming is simply learning to trust that you will bloom again.

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OF WOUNDS AND SCARS

They say time heals all wounds. But you’ve seen this to be only half-true. Because there are wounds that do not completely heal.
Pain prickles now and then because the wound remains fresh deep inside the flesh, where no amount of antiseptic or antibiotic can reach it. So when the wound is bumped, tapped or struck, even accidentally or minimally, it hurts. It still bites into tissue. It still pricks. Maybe not so much as before, but it’s still there—ever present.
And then some wounds heal—but they leave scars.
There are many types of scars.
There are scars that are thick and raised, like a road bump, and when you feel it with your fingers, you feel a thorn in your heart because they remind you of how utterly painful the wound had been, how it broke your skin open and punctured the flesh. Your chest becomes heavy as you remember how it took so long to heal and how many nights you cried your eyes out.
Then there are burn scars, too, when a large area of skin is lost forever. When you look at those, you still feel the burning flame searing into your skin. You remember how that hurt you, and when you do, you are brought back to when it happened. How bitterly you wept, how you thought your life was over.
The things and people that hurt you—they are like these wounds and scars. Though the pain still throbs, prickles, or bites, you have learned to feel the pain and not dwell on it. You learn to be above and beyond the pain.
You learn to be resilient.

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