A loss is felt like tearing your heart away and scramble it to pieces... By: Jasmine P. Antwoine

My destiny is a cross up a hill. By: Jasmine P. Antwoine

Is Time our Enemy or our Friend? What if it's neither? By: Jasmine P. Antwoine

You think you're all grown up now, a calm and steady adult who is independent and courageous? But the anxious child you used to be is still inside you, brooding. A poem I wrote in 2017. By: Jasmine ...