“Bitter Gourd And Sweet Potato”
Welcome to Verse by Kristina , a soul-tethered space where poems bloom like wildflowers—some bitter, some sweet, but all rooted in truth. "It felt like something had so much power to break someone who is unbroken, to weaken someone who is healing, And to destroy someone who is smiling. It tastes like a fort cutting the skin Quenching the flowing blood, It felt like something had freedom to melt a candle that sparkled with no fear. It felt like a body lacked love that keeps it alive, and which is not because someone stabbed with a knife, But with words. Not because you let go something away, but because somebody left you at your lowest." Expectations (False Hope) Sometimes hopes, too lofty, weigh me down, In expectations, sorrow's frown. What I expected, now a scar, But life moves on, though it seems far. God's warnings echoed through my life's rhyme, "Don't weep for those who won't make your heart chime," Yet I held hopes high, for an eternal ti...