
poetry is my scripture,
music is my gospel,
empathy and kindness are my witness,
creativity and love are my worship
– butterflies rising
Read More →poetry is my scripture,
music is my gospel,
empathy and kindness are my witness,
creativity and love are my worship
– butterflies rising
Read More →i’ve never needed
for a dress or a ring,
but a hand held,
a promise kept,
a heartbeat felt,
a soul seen…
those are the things of
my everything
– butterflies rising
Read More →A Good Thing…
i think it’s a good thing,
how we can struggle in such desperation
for clarity and still never find a way to make
any sense of how they treated us…
i think it means we’re just not capable of
that same cruelty within ourselves.
and i think that’s a really good thing.
– butterflies rising
Read More →The Turning Point…
let go your fear
as it falls
beautiful, be still
this untangling of it all
let your bones fill with might
let your lungs fill with free
don’t look back.
– butterflies rising
Read More →codependency
doesn’t keep you warm…
it keeps you from breathing
fresh air
– butterflies rising
Read More →i’m learning to be more careful with
my care full heart, and to care less for
the ones who are careless with it
– butterflies rising
Read More →i never knew…
because they didn’t want me to know…
that it’s spiritual. touch is spiritual.
passion is spiritual. soul to skin…
it’s. all. spiritual.
they never told me that it could be beautiful.
that i’m beautiful. that you’re beautiful.
and all of that heat and heart
and wild intensity… it’s. beautiful.
and little by little, i’m trying to trade in
shame and fear and just let myself feel
all the things i’ve never let myself feel.
maybe then it could be something… beautiful.
– butterflies rising
Read More →all i’ve ever wanted…
is to know that i matter. by myself.
for myself. and belonging to myself.
chosen by no one, but me.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think one of the saddest
connections is the rebound relationship…
you’re using one person to try
to unlove another.
so there’s nothing pure or honest
in what that relationship is, or ever will be,
as you’ve carried into it an unhealed bond
to what was.
take time to cleanse, to heal, to renew,
to grow, to become.
– butterflies rising
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