Monique Hattingh

Monique Hattingh

Monique Hattingh
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If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.

This life is but a garden bed, The rain it comes and goes, But you can prick yourself on all the thorns, Or you can learn to love the rose.

"Right Write." April 9th.

If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. School sometimes beats the creativity out of you

And one day she discovered that she she was fierce and strong and full of fire, and that not even she could hold herself back because her passion burned brighter than her fears.

yes.✨✨ And one day she discovered that she she was fierce and strong and full of fire, and that not even she could hold herself back because her passion burned brighter than her fears.

It is time to seek the Lord, on his terms &conditions. Jesus is the final word!

the lonlier you are, the more beautiful? Takes a very empathic person to think like this. I'm not saying it is either wrong or right, but it's definetly the companion piece to only considering someone's looks - possibly hard and probably rare ... (c) Maria Sebastian

What if grass is greener on the other side - Erin Hanson

You're only counting your thorns While the world sees your rose - Amazing! Such deep and powerful words

"Although your petals are wilted, and you think no-ones knows, you're only counting your thorns, while the world sees your rose.