I’m Scared to Love Again, But I Wish I Wasn’t
There’s a unique kind of fear that grows after heartbreak, not the fear of being alone, but the fear of being open again. Of letting someone in. Of believing in love after…
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I’m So Lucky
I’m so lucky,
and I don’t say that lightly.
Not because everything has gone perfectly—
but because somehow, everything I needed
found its way to me…
even when I didn’t know I needed it.
Happy Mother’s Day, Love
Happy Mother’s Day Love.
Yes, I’m talking to you.
To the girl who was still becoming a woman
when life whispered “You’re going to be a mother.”
You didn’t run — though you trembled.
You stood — though your knees buckled.
You said yes — even when fear screamed no.
For The Firstborn Daughter
To the firstborn daughter who became a provider before she became a woman.To the ones who carry entire lineages in their hearts and bank accounts.This poem is a mirror, a prayer, a…
Dear Mama
There are women who raise us, and then there are women who save us—sometimes they are one and the same. This poem is a love letter to my mother: the woman who…
Becoming Soft Again
There comes a time in every woman’s journey when survival no longer feels like living. When being strong, guarded, and always in control starts to feel like a cage. This poem is…
When I Have the Means, I Will Go
I have not yet crossed oceans or watched my breath
rise on mountain peaks at sunrise.
I have not tasted saffron in Moroccan souks,
nor run barefoot through cherry blossom rain.
The 7 Streams Of Income
It began not with gold, nor glitter,
But with a whisper inside my chest—
A soft rebellion against lack,
A promise to my son,
To my soul,
That I would not merely survive,
I would flourish.
Where My Soul Comes Home
For me, a dream home is more than luxury. It’s where everything is intentional — curated to nurture creativity, rest, joy, and legacy. It’s a place where I, my dreams, and my loved ones thrive.
I Don’t Want to Grow Up
If you’ve ever felt like growing up meant leaving behind the best parts of yourself, I see you. But here’s the truth: you’re allowed to rewrite the rules. You’re allowed to be both responsible and radiant, structured and spontaneous, healed and still healing.
If Gold Grew in My Hands
Have you ever dreamed of a life where money isn’t a limit, but a gateway to deeper joy, adventure, and generosity? In this poem, I step into that dream — not just…
In the Hands of the Stars
Have you ever felt like life was moving too slowly for your dreams — like you were stuck waiting for a destiny that kept missing its appointment with you?I know that ache…
The Quiet After the Storm
Overthinking once ruled my life — planting seeds of fear, doubt, and imagined disasters in moments that should have been joyful. I spent years trapped in endless spirals, rehearsing pain before it…
The Love I Deserve
There is a love I’ve always dreamed of —not the rushed kind, not the conditional kind,but a love stitched from attention, tenderness, and playful devotion.A love that feels like fireworks and home…
I Was Always Meant for More
In the silent seasons, when the world seemed to forget me, I learned to remember myself.This is not a story of overnight success — it is a story of endurance, whispered prayers,…
My Solo Ice Cream Date at Sno Cream
Discover Sno Cream Nairobi — a cozy ice cream spot perfect for solo dates, family outings, and affordable sweet treats. Here's why you’ll fall in love at first bite!
To The One I’m Still Hoping For
Somewhere in the spaces between heartbreak and healing, hope quietly blooms again. This is a letter to the one I'm still hoping for — the love that feels like a soft landing, the partnership built on mutual healing, growth, and unwavering choice.
Loving Myself First, Always
There’s a special kind of power that blooms when a woman decides she’s enough. This poem is for every girl who gave too much, stayed too long, loved too deeply before learning…
Thank You for the Lessons, Not the Forever
Some goodbyes aren't meant to be reversed — they're meant to be revered.
In this letter, I write to every past love, every faded friendship, and every version of me that thought she had to earn love.
Maybe Was Never Enough
I didn’t mean to fall for you.
I didn’t mean to hope.
I didn’t mean to build silent castles in my mind,
one soft conversation, one sweet gesture at a time.
Forgiving Myself
There are moments in healing where the hardest person to forgive is yourself.For the love you gave too freely. For the red flags you ignored.For staying when you should’ve walked away.This poem…
Letter to My Younger Self
There’s a kind of healing that words alone can’t touch — but somehow, letters whispered to the parts of ourselves we had to leave behind find a way.This is my love letter…
Abundance Is My Birthright
If you ever needed a reminder that you were born enough — born to thrive, to receive, to live a life of breathtaking joy — this is it. “Abundance Is My Birthright”…
The Day I Decided to Heal for Real
There wasn’t a grand announcement.
No parade, no fireworks, no perfect morning where everything felt easy.
It was quieter than that.
It was the softest breaking open.
You Were My Yes
You were never a mistake.
You were never too much.
You were the best thing I never knew I needed —
until I held you and realized,
my heart had simply been waiting to meet you.
The Day I Chose Myself
There was a time I begged for crumbs,
thinking it was a feast.
A time I watered deserts,
hoping something would bloom.
The Ultimate Glow-Up Playlist: 50+ Songs
Discover 50+ songs in our glow-up playlist to manifest your soft life, abundance, and highest self.
How to Create a Goddess Glow-Up Vision Board in 5 Steps
Learn how to make a goddess glow-up vision board with tips on glowing skin, financial success, and dream travel. Manifest your soft life now!
Letter from My Future Self
My Dearest Love, I am writing to you from a place where all your dreams have bloomed into reality. I am you — the you who is whole, healed, powerful, and overflowing with beauty, love, wealth, and peace.
Letting Go
There’s a special kind of grief that comes from loving someone who couldn’t stay.It’s a quiet heartbreak, the kind that teaches you not just how to survive, but how to come home…