Day 8. Her eyes- A poem

Celebrate the uncompromising women in your life.

Her Eyes

Still alive despite her fight to survive. Her defiance her drive. Alive. Her hope. She thrives. She defies the odds, she denies her supposed circumstances, her lost chances, her “fate”. You can’t deny her fire. Her desire. In spite…ofitall. She’s not too late, she will turn her life around. Rebound. Fly. Dribble through the rubble of her life. The strife. Destiny drives her still… despite her current situation.Pay attention to the spark in her… eyes. They are still alive. Despite her fight to survive. Her defiance her drive. She’s on fire.

Happy International Women’s Day!

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Eleana Kouneli

A former dancer, current yoga teacher, writer, curious traveler and wild soul. My fuel and desire is to learn from others and spread healing and joy as I go. Follow my adventures and see where they lead you! All the stories are true, all the poems are real and all the writing is mine. Enjoy

One thought on “Day 8. Her eyes- A poem”

  1. Change

    The clouds appeared vilified
    by the outrage of wind,
    as flowers floated aimlessly
    their tension quite precise.
    The moldering sympathy of
    surrounding waters
    claimed passing thoughts
    like random hands grasping
    whispers from nature’s ears.
    The sweet lace of
    late afternoon sunlight
    playing on the sensuality
    of flitting particles of dust.
    one can be tenuous
    moving non-precise
    accepting reality
    and fears
    The horizon however is infinite.


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