a growing season…

this is a growing season, of change, of turning, of shedding

this is a growing season,
of change, of turning, of shedding,
of letting things fall away, and fall apart,
and come undone, and be uncovered

and then a space of surrender, and being, just being.

and the reflections here are temporary,
so take them in and honor them,
and be honest with them, and own them…
but then forgive them, and don’t stay in them

let it all go… let yourself bloom

– butterflies rising

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self-sovereignty…

become a more beautiful, whole, confident version of you

don’t look for your peace
in getting back at them, or trying to
make them see your worth and
what they lost in you…

go more into yourself,
become a more beautiful, whole,
confident version of you,
one that doesn’t need anything
from them to feel free

– self-sovereignty

– butterflies rising

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an unshakable bond…

just go towards yourself, choose to love yourself more

and every time they
try to make you feel unworthy,
just go towards yourself, choose to
love yourself more, and build such
an unshakable bond with your worth,
that there’s just nothing they can ever do
to take you away from it

– butterflies rising

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be curiosity…

we get spark-starters and soul awakeners

when we let go
of the need to control it all
i think the universe listens,
instead of old patterns we get
spark-starters and soul awakeners,
and instead of hard lessons we’re given
inspirers and spirit challengers

….and maybe it’s as simple as to be curiosity

– butterflies rising

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growing wings…

my full-bodied existence is beautiful

i didn’t know how to measure my worth,

i didn’t know how to measure my worth,
and it led me to someone who measured his worth
in attention from her, and also her, and her,
and any other her to hurt me

he thought there was power in possession and pain,
and that a man’s kingdom should be built
on the stepping of her back, and the forfeit of her crown

so i forfeited. and i faded. but i’m learning things…

like how real lovers don’t come in numbers. they aren’t prisoners.
they’re not meant to be suffocated, or left for granted.
how i’m full enough of wonder to hold someone’s attention.
that my full voice matters,
my full-bodied existence is beautiful,
and that a man on the strong side of oppression isn’t
the same thing as a man who is strong

– butterflies rising

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