i think about how we give so much credit to the heavy and hard things for how beautiful we are…
how we tell others of the darkness we've pushed through, and they say things like… “it's why you're so strong.” or they speak of all that depth and texture it's given our character. and i think… it's true.
but i also think… of the soft places i've had to fall where i can just be like a flower and made of my wild vulnerability, or of the moments in this life that bring out my glow…
and as much as i can see how we grow from the push of darkness… i think we also need that feeling of light to help pull us into our bloom.
– butterflies rising