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Coming from my heart, "Poetry for the Season," is my first collection of personal and spiritual through's.
"I hope that each person, in life, finds healing from old wounds yet sealed."
By Kakorya Freesia
Too many Great Women will Never know, that they are Great, because No-One Told them._ by Kakorya Freesia
I was just lying there, dark red blood oozing slowly from my wound. My whole body was throb, throb, throbbing; it felt as though I had entered my own heart, and felt its beat across me, my fingers, my toes, my growing tailbone and wings…the pain was so intense. I knew at that point, this is the day I’m going to die. I just lye there, waiting, waiting for what happens to everyone before they die to happen to me; I was waiting for ‘my life to flash before my eyes.’ I tried to look down, to see what was causing this wretched bloodlust; but I couldn’t see it, my eyes were clouded with blood, black blood. Though I could not see, I could feel, I was clutching onto whatever it was jabbing into my stomach. It was a blade, but it felt more like cloth. A shadow blade. I heard someone call my name, someone I know, a friend I think; I couldn’t tell, my vision started to blur, and fade to black; as though I were simply falling asleep.
"My Letters to God," is a short collection of my childhood and present day,
personal and spiritual through's. " What good is Knowledge without applying Wisdom?" by Kakorya Freesia
Coming from my heart, "Poetry for the Season," is my first collection of personal and spiritual through's.
"I hope that each person, in life, finds healing from old wounds yet sealed."
By Kakorya Freesia
Too many Great Women will Never know, that they are Great, because No-One Told them._ by Kakorya Freesia
I was just lying there, dark red blood oozing slowly from my wound. My whole body was throb, throb, throbbing; it felt as though I had entered my own heart, and felt its beat across me, my fingers, my toes, my growing tailbone and wings…the pain was so intense. I knew at that point, this is the day I’m going to die. I just lye there, waiting, waiting for what happens to everyone before they die to happen to me; I was waiting for ‘my life to flash before my eyes.’ I tried to look down, to see what was causing this wretched bloodlust; but I couldn’t see it, my eyes were clouded with blood, black blood. Though I could not see, I could feel, I was clutching onto whatever it was jabbing into my stomach. It was a blade, but it felt more like cloth. A shadow blade. I heard someone call my name, someone I know, a friend I think; I couldn’t tell, my vision started to blur, and fade to black; as though I were simply falling asleep.
"My Letters to God," is a short collection of my childhood and present day,
personal and spiritual through's. " What good is Knowledge without applying Wisdom?" by Kakorya Freesia