Print by Charlie Harper, one of my most favourite illustrators.
Tiring of making excuses, I resolve yet again to move forward and make changes in my life. I read this poem on The Love Diaries blog today and it resonated with me.
Risk, by Anais Nin
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to blossom.
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to blossom.
I'm in a strange mood today, maybe it's because the sun has gone away again. Over and out. xx
1 comment:
How can a poem that I've read so many times slay me anew each time I see it?
So lovely.
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