Lessons Grief Has Taught Me.

Grief is never consistent, you could be fine for one minute and completely break down the next. For a moment, you could be the shoulder that everyone cries on . You could feel un-stoppable and courageous just for making it through a difficult situation. Then for the next few days you could break down from…

Golden Heart.

I own a golden heart that does not beat, Inside is a picture that’s about to speak, It’s tiny, but shines like the sun so bright, Even through all the darkest nights. This heart is fractured in so many places, It affirms that the inside is what counts.You can find “I Will Always Love you”…

Wherever I go…

Wherever I go my soul keeps finding ways to stay grounded and connected to all the beauty around me. And no matter how far I stray my beating heart keeps pulling me back into writing. -ZeinaA.G

2-Memories of a Healing Heart.

This piece of writing goes back to 2008. I wrote this during a time in my life where I really wanted to understand the changes that had happened around me.It was the first time I discovered the healing powers of writing.Hope you all like it.

It’s time.

It seems that wherever I go and whatever I do life keeps showing me that it’s time for us to soar in separate directions. It’s time to move forward and to let go. It’s time for a change and to think of new steps ahead. Even though we may travel in opposite directions our cherishable…

Survival

 The burden was incredibly heavy and her heart whispered, “I can’t do this anymore…I can’t get through another day…This is useless I can never survive this burden and heartache.” Her mind tried its best to see this new day. So she rationally took it one step at a time, one breath at a time sincerely…

Friends

Friends: are the people who lift you up even when you don’t notice. They are the people who understand when your heart is rebelling against the world. They are the people who reassure you that you can get through whatever obstacle stands in your way. Sometimes they fight your inner voices when you feel you’ll…

I believe

Sometimes when I’m wondering if I’m oversensitive,  I forget how easy it is to overlook the pain in someone’s eyes. I forget how easy it is to ignore their frail tone of voice and how easy it is to step on someone to reach a goal. I forget how easy it is to boost yourself…