In quiet waters, lilies bloom,
Soft as silk, yet filled with gloom.
Their petals bright, a moonlit crest,
A whispered tale of hearts undressed

They rise from depths so dark, so deep,
Yet stand with grace, no need to weep.
Their fragrance lingers, light yet strong,
A melody both fierce and long

Like women through the trials past,
They bend but never break their mast.
Through storms and sun, they bloom anew,
Their strength unseen, but always true

Each petal holds a tale untold,
Of love, of loss, of dreams grown old.
Yet in their veins, the light remains,
A beauty born from joy and pain

So let the lilies teach the world,
Of softness, steel, and dreams unfurled.
For in their grace, a truth we see—
Women bloom in dignity


Erennwrites

These lines on my crevice create chances
Massif trials I must triumph through
Aligning to parallel stigmas creating balance
I must find the power that denotes truth

I tussled my way in thrusting bricks of trust
Between the seams of pride
Throwing away fragments that denies
Death is so near but I feel so alive

Whatever it takes I will pull through
Miracles & Luck I've always believed
Fighting every enmity that ruptures me
Denying that I'm dying is my bulletproof

I dare to dream
I dare to believe
Igniting the fire in my heart
Flames of courage within me
I will fly like a lark
Burning through the dark

So take my hand and you will see
Just how simple it is
If you just do it
If you just believe


@Erennwrites

He wakes each day with a spark in his chest
A quiet whisper, "This time's, my best."
But the hours dissolve like sand through his hands
Leaving behind half-built plans

The world seems to race, a river too swift
He’s caught in the current, adrift, adrift
Each promise he makes, each vow to achieve
Dissolves in the shadow of dreams he can't weave

His home echoes soft with unmet intent
A partner's sigh, a love half-spent
Conversations linger, threads left to fray
Words unspoken at the close of the day

At work, his desk tells tales of delay
Piles of tasks like clouds turning gray
The ladder he climbs bends under his weight
Each rung a reminder he’s always too late

And yet, in his heart, a flame still burns
A stubborn flicker, a longing that yearns
To be the man his younger self saw
To mend his cracks, to rise from the flaw

But the maze is vast, and the path unclear
He carries the burden of hope and fear
He doesn’t see failure; he sees the fight
A life still searching for its light

@Erennwrites