Plants to Planets. From Plants to Planets We are all connected By a Divine energy some say cant be detected Let us think of the flowers, the birds and the bees The air in our lungs provided by trees Ponds to lakes, rivers to seas All which exists inside them with ease The depth in our eyes the contours of our face The twinkling of stars amongst Planets in space In the beauty of us in all that we love Heaven is on earth as below so above Collective the energy which keeps us together As true is God's Love is ours forever ❤️

I fell in love with a man who I never met A man who I thought was absolutely perfect. This man was kind, sweet, and tender to me. Something after abuse my heart longed to see. He was so considerate to me in every way. The gentleman, he opened doors for me always. He took me in and treated me as if I was royalty. He knew my brokenness, attitude which was salty. He was okay with it all, not thrown by anything. Even proposed to me with a lovely diamond ring. Calm, soothing, caring and the most considerate. It didn’t seem like a human more an angel I’d bet. When I was sad he always tried to make me smile. He would say love your happiness is mine meanwhile, My heart was torn in so many ways about this guy. Honestly, I tell him I think he fell from the sky. One thing is for sure, if he ever shows up for me. I hope that he is as perfect as my heart paints him to be. CDK 02-11-2026

She Rose Anyway She was just a girl when the world first taught her pain. Small hands, loud silence, love that came with fear and lessons no child should learn. She learned early how to disappear inside herself how to smile while breaking, how to survive instead of live. The scars didn’t show at first. They rarely do. They hid in her thoughts, in the way she trusted too deeply or not at all. Drugs came quietly. like a promise of peace. For a moment, they softened the noise.. numbed the memories.. gave her somewhere to rest when nowhere felt safe. Then life changed her forever. A baby. Tiny fingers wrapped around hers, a heartbeat that depended on her breath. She was still broken, still young, still trying to heal wounds she didn’t choose. Borderline Personality Disorder gave her emotions like storms— love that burned too bright, pain that cut too deep, fear of abandonment even when she was never alone. Trauma followed her like a shadow that knew her name. Loss after loss. Setback after setback. Moments where giving up felt easier than standing up again. But listen closely this is where the story turns. Because somewhere between rock bottom and survival.. she chose growth over guilt healing over hiding, truth over shame. She learned that her past was not her prison that diagnoses were explanations not life sentences, that strength could exist right alongside softness. She did the work. The ugly work. The lonely work. The brave work. She broke cycles no one before her could. She became the mother she once needed. She became the woman she once prayed for. Now she stands not perfect not untouched. but powerful. Thriving. Self-aware. Grounded. Alive. She doesn’t just survive anymore. She builds. She leads. She inspires. She reminds others that where you start does not decide where you finish. This is not a story of damage. This is a story of resilience. Of a girl who became a woman and refused to let her trauma write the ending. And if you’re reading this and see yourself in her

A poem about my favorite and last book in the Bible- ( Revelations.)

I hope he’s painting There are tree branches he’s never seen The front door has new snow And the dog had a fresh bath I’m lipping this cigarette Wine stains on the stalk And all I know is We will never have another talk Another plate of potato salad warmed by sun Living leans closely to mother death In these silent rules And you’ll never drive your car again or Sit in your favorite chair Your absence- so unearthly… I’m taking time to digest the fact that I’ll never have another lecture about the Constitution (Still we ache, the easel remains undone, the plane grounded for the final time) Copyright @ Kimberly Virga 2026