"Roots of Emotion"

At first glance — a portrait of a woman. But look deeper, and a silent poem unfolds.

She gently covers her eyes with one hand — perhaps shielding herself from the world, or from her own feelings. On her wrist, veins are not mere vessels — they become rose stems, blooming into living flowers.

This image is a metaphor for how our inner experiences — pain, tenderness, memory — can grow into beauty. How vulnerability becomes strength, and suffering gives birth to something alive. Each rose is a feeling that has found form.

This is a portrait of the soul’s garden, grown quietly within. A delicate line between the body and the spirit, sorrow and blossoming, closed eyes and inner vision.

"Roots of Emotion"

by Veranika Khvorashch

I close my eyes — not out of fear,
But to awaken what's hidden near.
From deep within, like silent truth,
My veins give rise to blooming proof.

Inside my wrist, a quiet field,
Where roses bloom, and wounds are healed.
Each thorn a whisper, soft and bare,
Of feelings grown from silent prayer.

I do not hide — I rise, I grow,
From scar to stem, from ache to glow.
A woman-soul, a dawn reborn,
Where flowers rise from pain once worn.