The Blooming of Her Soul

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

The Blooming of Her Soul

Sanjay Singh

The Blooming of Her Soul

In her fifties, a chance to begin anew,

A life she reclaimed, fresh as morning dew.

After years of caring, giving her all,

She felt her spirit rise, standing tall.

No longer bound by shadows of shame,

She let go of fears that once bound her name.

The world had whispered, hushed and low,

But now her heart was set to grow.

This age was hers, a sweet embrace,

To feel her body, to find her place.

Gone were the doubts, those needless chains,

She danced in joy, shed past refrains.

With newfound grace, she let go of pain,

To welcome passion, to feel again.

A wisdom bloomed with freedom’s call,

Embracing love, she felt it all.

No longer held by youth’s demand,

She wandered free through life's vast land.

Her body a temple, her spirit bold,

A beauty now, not young, but gold.

With each new day, she tuned within,

Delighting in the skin she’s in.

More herself than ever before,

Life opened wide, her spirit soared.

The tyranny of time, she left behind,

And chose her joy, her heart, her mind.

A journey of love, a journey of grace,

As she met herself in time’s embrace.

Sanjay Singh

documentation : Waffaa Badarneh