
and if
and if she had not become
quite so tame
what trees might she be at the top of now?
how many times has her heartvoice been drowned out
by training wheels and forced rewrites of others?
it is never too late to nourish, curve toward the sun
she is a flower like all flowers
her wildness knows how to bloom
without advice
© Ali Grimshaw 2025
🥰Sent from my iPhone
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Such a beautiful reminder to allow space for our knowing and truth to emerge. Love this Ali 🌈💕💞
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Karen,
It gladdens my heart to read your response. You received the message of this poem perfectly. Wishing you peace.
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It was exactly what I needed to read! Thank you Ali 🙏🏻💕
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Thank you, friend, for reflecting back the word spoke to you.
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in the end is it about a bird or a flower or simply a woman
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If this poem is leading you to questions then that makes me happy.
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yes, Ali!
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Love your last line. Says it all Ali 💞
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Thank you, Val. ☮️❤️
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Love this one… Hope this finds you well. Miss our times together
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I cannot tell who left this message and I would love to see you so give me a call.
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Ali, this is beautiful. I felt every word. Thank you for this gift. 🙏🏻💜
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Carrie, thank you for reading and taking the time to leave a kind response. Let’s continue to cheer each other on.
Love to you!
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Beautiful words.
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Thank you for your kind response. Wishing you peace.
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