I love how the sunflowers function almost as a chorus here—rooted, watchful, and entirely uninterested in seeking approval. The poem carries both gentleness and defiance, which is a difficult balance to achieve.
My favorite passage is:
“The Sun didn't shower its gold
For us to be robbed of our worth.”
There is something deeply liberating in that idea. Worth exists before permission, before judgment, before anyone decides who belongs.
Nimita, this is stunning.
I love how the sunflowers function almost as a chorus here—rooted, watchful, and entirely uninterested in seeking approval. The poem carries both gentleness and defiance, which is a difficult balance to achieve.
My favorite passage is:
“The Sun didn't shower its gold
For us to be robbed of our worth.”
There is something deeply liberating in that idea. Worth exists before permission, before judgment, before anyone decides who belongs.
My heart soared at reading this! Thank you Monica 💝 This was exactly what I was trying to convey...
I love those lines as well!
Thomas' art is so amazing and the expressions so evocative that the words just flowed!
Thank you so much for reading, commenting and sharing this further, really appreciate it 💙
My favourite flower, and such beautiful words 🖤🌻🖤
Thank you 💝
Perfect 🌻
Thank you 💚
Super beautiful! I like the tone, feels reverent
Thank you! Really glad you liked it.
Thank you for the restack 💙
Another great and powerful piece, love it.
Thank you Hazel 💝