The tsunami in my head

Your words enter my mind

Like a tsunami

Causing havoc to my mental state

Your words flood my chest

Until it becomes hard to breathe

The water rises until it gets stuck in my throat

Creating a lump

Making it hard to speak

The words that come out of my mouth shake

The tsunami in my head tries to find an exit

And in the end

I wipe the tears off my cheeks

Ms Sinner

A glass of wine for every sin you’ve made

A broken glass for each heart break

And now it’s time to stand in line

Ms Sinner

Walk barefoot on the shattered glasses you created

Ms Sinner

Leave the tap open

And drown yourself with your sorrows

Ms Sinner

Let the running water engulf your entire being

Ms Sinner

This is no fairytale

You won’t be awaken by a gentle kiss

Of a person that truly loves you

A tear from their cheeks won’t revive

The death that you’ve created over the years

Ms Sinner.

With each stroke

He took out his pen and started writing on her chest
with each stroke she responded with affirmation and love so deep no words would come out
As he flipped her so that he can start on a new page
She welcomed him with open legs
With each stroke of his pen he left a mark to be read by her
A mark to be read by others
That he was hers and that their story has been embedded in each other’s bodies
So that when they make love
Their souls can tell the story.

With each petal that falls

With each petal that falls

She loses her beauty

Her shine

Her colour

The flower that once bloomed

Frowns as it sheds its petals

It has gotten dark and cold

The sun has stopped shining her way

And she stopped looking for something

To brighten her day

As the last petal falls

She learns her fate

He loves her not.


(c) Sarah Lee

I’ve waved my last white flag
My heart has left my body so I don’t feel that ache anymore

If I’m so beautiful and smart and perfect
But unworthy of something real

Then let them gaze at my beauty
Let their mouths water with lust as their eyes mark my every curve

And may their claws remain outside the cage that I have built over the years

A cage that I call freedom.


Her words do not Flo

As they used to

Portraying passion with every stroke

Her pen took on a blank page

This writer is now out of ink

Her candle does not burn with anticipation of finding a new flame

Her waters are calming

But uninvitng

But just like a butterfly

She will one day bloom and soar

With wings so beautiful

And fill pages with colours vibrant enough to

Cover a gloomy past.

The Blooming Rose

She withered away when he left.

Her petals dropped one by one with each tear that she shed for him.

The vibrant red rose turned black from the loss of love that was given to her for the past 25 years.

Hours turned into days, turned into weeks, turned into months and a new rose bloomed.

Different from the first one.

It blooms differently.

It has a different colour.

A different smell.

A different purpose.

Once again our rose has bloomed.

My shrink is a pen and paper

I pick up my pen and try to write

But nothing makes sense

Like the voices in my head

Replaying every word they said

Maybe if I put ink into paper

I’ll feel lighter

The voices will become quieter

And I’ll be able to finally breathe

Maybe if I shout it out to the world to hear

And the world echoes back

I’ll know that I’m not the only one

That hears voices in my head

And once this poem comes to an end

I would have healed

A part of me that was broken

But I don’t know how many poems

I’d have to write

For me to be healed entirely.

Mein Lieber

His love woke her

She found it difficult to breathe when he touched her

Her heart became full

Goosebumps filled her entire body

Passion took over

One look into his eyes

And they told her

That he was sincere

Before he could open his mouth

Before he could open his mouth

Hers locked with his

They pressed on his lips

With so much emotion….vulnerability

As if she would lose him

If she let go

The earth stopped rotating

She lived in his world

Her world became his

Intertwined into a galaxy

Of their feelings for each other.

Leibster Award


Thank you so much Jess at Daring To Jess  for nominating me for the Liebster Award!


  • Answer the 11 questions given to you
  • Share 11 facts about yourself
  • Nominate between 5 to 11 other bloggers
  • Ask your nominees 11 questions

Questions from Jess

  1. What is your favourite place to be?

       It has to be the beach. It calms me.


    2. Do you consider yourself special? Why/why not?

     Of course I do. Well…there is no reason per se. I just know that I am 🙂

    3. What does your favourite quotation mean to you?

     Oof this is a hard one. I have a lot to choose from. My favourite quotation has to come       from the poetry book “Salt” by Nayirrah Waheed.

                        “feel it. the thing that you don’t want to feel. feel it and be free”

      I always think about this quote whenever I feel like writing something because I                usually suppress my feelings. I don’t want it to be “too much” when I write.

     4. How has your blog changed since you started?

      I believe I am evolving as a writer. The way I express myself. My style of writing. I              believe I have grown over the past few years and you can see that as you go through          my blog. I also decided to incorporate pictures to give my poems more life.

     5. What would you do if you couldn’t fail or be rejected?

      I would publish my first poetry book. Make Florawora a household name and inspire        others with my poetry. Oh and of course get the best job the legal industry has to                offer 🙂

      6. What do you admire about yourself?

       My patience.

      7. Early bird or night owl?

       Definitely night owl. I cannot wake up early to save my life. Or if I do, just know I               have snoozed the alarm clock five times or so.

       8. What is one thing you want to master?

        Learning the German language. I know I will get there eventually.

        9. Describe the object that is most precious to you.

        My poetry book.

        10. Do you believe that destiny/fate is pre-determined or that you can change it?

         I believe it is predetermined, there is nothing you can do to change what has been             written for you.

         11. What’s your favourite way to get organised?

          Creating a to do list. Works every single time.

11 Facts About Me

  1. In year 10 I used to think poetry was boring until I started analysing them. That’s when I started enjoying them.
  2. I taught myself how to play my favourite songs on the keyboard by watching YouTube videos.
  3. I love to travel but I have a fear of flying.
  4. I trust in vibes and aura and that will determine how I will treat and talk to you.
  5. I usually listen to songs when I am taking a break from studying or doing work.
  6. I do not window shop. If I don’t have money there is no way in hell I am leaving the house to look at clothes or shoes. That is torture.
  7. I still do not have my driver’s licence.
  8. I am an introvert so that means I hate crowded places and I CANNOT stand small talk.
  9. I stopped posting myself on social media since 2017 (this excludes WhatsApp statuses).
  10. Last time I took a selfie was on 27th January 2020.
  11. I have a really bad concentration span. I honestly do not know how I managed university and law school.


I Nominate:


My Questions To You:

  1. What is that one song that pumps you up?
  2. If you were to be stuck in an island with one person, who would it be and why?
  3. If you were a colour, what colour would you be and why?
  4. Favourite childhood memory?
  5. What is one thing you are ashamed of not being able to do?
  6. Tea or Coffee?
  7. What is one thing you had to learn how to do as an adult?
  8. How many countries have you been to?
  9. What is one thing you’re planning on ticking from your bucket list?
  10. If you were to be famous, what would you be famous for?
  11. Last time you smiled from ear to ear?