Bouquet of Flowers

Bouquet of Flowers


I was sitting by myself

in my backyard.

The thought of you

gently invaded my mind.

I got the feeling to do something nice for you

but I didn’t know what I should do.


I noticed how the dandelions

and daisies swayed with the breeze.

They remined me of how much you like

flowers so I went to the florist.


I looked around. The florist asked me,

“Can I help you with anything?”

I said, “Yes, do you have any

flowers with the roots still attached?”

There was a three second silence

that felt like ten times as long.

“Why do you want the roots?” she asked.

“Never mind. Thanks,” I said as I left.



I went to your house.

My hand trembled

as I rung your doorbell.

About a minute later you

opened the door.

In my sweaty palm

I held a bouquet of flowers,

if you’d like to call them that.

The same flowers that inspired this visit

were there in my hand with cleaned roots.


“I remembered how much you liked flowers

so I picked these for you,” I said,

“I left the roots so they’ll grow even more.”


My mind asked me why anyone would want

to plant weeds. It said it was a pathetic attempt

to express my love. Yet my heart said the complete



As I went back and forth inside

you stepped out and led me to your backyard.

You dug a small spot in your garden

and told me to plant the bouquet there.

As the raging war inside ended

I was immediately overwhelmed

with your acceptance.


We carefully planted the bouquet together

and watched it grow every since.


(Finally) Letting Go of Anxiety

Letting Go of Anxiety


Sore, recovering.

Hands still white from holding on

for so long.

Trembling, I thought what

was hurting me was making me better.

But finally letting go

lifts the weight off of me.


Not sure what to do with this new

freedom I found.

Anxiety kept me company for so long

we became friends.

But something that sucks

the life out of a person is never a friend.

Fear is no longer an option.


Peace and I are now getting acquainted.

So far, I’m liking what it has to offer.

Still strangers but willing to learn more

about it,

I finally stepped into the light.


This Chest

This Chest

This chest

its contents

heavier every year.

Locked tightly, voluntarily

alone in the dark protecting

the holder’s future and relations

or so it thought.


The holder, unable to bear the weight anymore

shook as she took the key from her pocket.

Dropped it a couple of times, but finally

inserted the key and turned the lock.


The chest hesitantly opened wide.

Blinding light came from it.

Cautiously, she picked it up

and showed it to the ones she loved.


They didn’t react with disgust

and skepticism as she thought they would.

Instead, they accepted the dreams

she hid away for so long.


The chest lighter now,

free of fear, free of doubt.

In fact, it’s no longer a chest

but a pure and adventurous heart,

like it was before.


Thank You and New Facebook Page!

Hello everyone! First of all, I’d like to thank you all for all the follows and likes I’ve been getting recently. Thank you for your support. You motivate me to blog every day and I appreciate each and every one of you!

I have a new Facebook page that will feature poetry from my book, Journeys in Love, new poems based on the daily prompt, and my Poem of the Week series. (Hopefully I’ll be continuing this series really soon!) The page is called Nothing But Poetry and I hope you enjoy its content!

Poem of the Week #18: Army Husband

Army Husband


He still remembers as if it were yesterday,

saying goodbye to her at the airport

to fight a war that neither of them fully understand.

He never wanted to let go.

If he could’ve, he would have held her forever.

But he understood her  commitment and slowly

released her. It’s been nearly a year now…


He tries to get his mind off of her.

He goes on jogs and blasts heavy metal.

He even joined a bowling team and trains hard

as captain. But everything he does reminds

him of her. How they used to jog together

so she could pass her physical fitness test,

the disgusted look on her face

when she heard his playlists,

and how she beat him at bowling on their first date…


He sighs at these thoughts

trying not to become depressed or go insane.

“She’ll return soon.”

“She’ll be back before you know it,”

his friends always say.

He quietly agrees, trying hard

to fight the pain and

to change the subject.


Although it hurts,

he still faithfully awaits

his beloved’s homecoming.

Every night, he dreams

about their reunion.

He feels the tight and

warm embrace

of her arms and lips

and hears her say,

“I’m home for good!”


This dream used to torment him

but now he smiles when he wakes,

knowing that someday it

will no longer be a dream.