She is not wilted

wild flower

She is gathering her army of pens and papers.  Preparing her line of defense. which one will gonna be at the front line?

Will it be pens?  With her sharp thoughts and vivid memories, her pens would be a gracious host to fire those ideas in black and white.

Will it be papers?  With her emotions poured in there, no reader cant be moved by her words.

She rarely talks.  She communicates with her smile and sporadic gestures.  Her defense is her mystery.

That makes her not wilted.

She was delighted

While walking, she stumbled upon this purple flower blooming amidst the tall bamboos in its sides.  She hates the shades but she needs the sun.  Despite the hindrances, it is in full bloom. Its  radiance is contagious for every passerby that chance upon its beauty was delighted.

She understands her situation now. She is in trouble. Every day, she is busy fixing things wishing it would be better as days pass by.

Clinging with her conviction, she swore to live in a safer place for the rest of her life.   Every adversity she will face, she will be in full bloom, like the purple flower  surviving, thriving to get a sunshine amidst the dark shadows.

The Purple Flower


When she shuts her mouth, her mind opens like a caterpillar inspecting its wings for the first time.  Too many uncertainties if she will take that first flight. Too  many doubts for what she have now.  But, this girl lives with positivity.  Amidst the battling opinions in her head, she is confident that she is at the path where she should be,  even if, she is the only purple flower in a garden full of red roses.