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From Earth to Sun: A Single Mother’s Bloom - Every scar a root, every day a bloom.
She planted herself in hard ground, where shadows lingered and rain rarely fell—raising her children and rebuilding her world all on her own. These poems trace her journey from the heavy earth of hardship, betrayal, and quiet grief, all…
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…I wove my roots where broken bits remain — twisted them tight, made them strong and deep, so I could stand while others fell asleep. They judged my silence, called my edges sharp, not knowing how the soil had torn my heart. But every bruise became a knot below, a hold that let me grow where winds would blow. I drank my tears when skies refused to pour, fed my own life from what I had at core. Now deep beneath the weight I carry still, my tangled roots keep every promise still: to hold my ground, to rise when days are tough, to make of hardship something good enough — a steady base, a hidden, faithful power, that feeds the golden bloom I wear each hour.