Every story I get the privilege of living through is a stitch in the blanket of my life every laughter, tragedy, and fear is braided in with swift hands that get more confident as I go life is a balancing act between "should" and authenticity flowing and stopping as the seams that hold my life…
Needing you, is the scariest thing I've let myself feel this love is the place where all my defenses, crafted to keep my safe, crumble at your feet Love, is the enemy of my unloved soul I reach for you in the night My hand recoils from your sleeping body, Unfamiliar with the warmth that…
I found a cactus garden in California Dry and nibble I found a rose garden in my own bedroom when I returned Filled with wanderlust the leaves sprouted from their home land, Dirt, and sand and seed, it's origin Beauty is found where beauty is sowed The roses grew and grew in my…
She has the self worth of a candle who believes it is a wildfire enough to make a ditch into a hill a hill into a mountain with a raise of her hand
Name spelled wrong on every love letter you wrote me I didn't bother to correct you as if my name didn't matter God, let me fall in love again but not like before Let me fall in love like the wind free and flowing not afraid of its potential for destruction You…
Maybe.. The word that's become so important to my healing. When I allowed space for maybe around my deepest darkest thoughts and opinions about myself, I slowly opened a moat of possibility for me to swim in and out of. It made that black box smaller and smaller, surrounded by possibility. It has revolutionized me…
The lake. Impersonating an ocean trying to be all it can be but still falling short in its magnitude. I sit here, the waves amplifying the wind, staring at the curve of the earth I see at the horizon. Maybe everything will be alright - it says to me Assuring my anxious nature You have…
Not only am I safe, I am, nestled in the womb of the universe whose body has not yet banished me to a space outside of it. Separated by skin. No. Not only am I safe, I am growing. Growing not in the multiplication of my atoms but in the seeds reaped by my circumstance.…
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