healing
you are allowed to be lovely
and important,
to speak up, and out, and convicted
from the same mouth that tends
to love and cradles lilies
it’s stunning when you let
why you’re here spill out of you
– butterflies rising
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how
you look for
magic
unfailingly,
that’s your treasure,
that’s your gold
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what if we don’t ask this
to burden bear,
or heavy lift, and sift
through pain,
maybe we can do our own work,
so breath, and romance,
and what we taste like in every
color of love
can be what fills this space
– intimacy
– butterflies rising
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sometimes,
love people easy
like fine, light rain
be there
but with breathing room
and growing space
asking for nothing
but the glow in their skin
– butterflies rising
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i’ve been held
by rough hands…
and i’m still healing.
to let a good man, be a good man,
it takes a new way…
and i’m still learning.
– recovery
– butterflies rising
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they didn’t take pieces of you…
don’t give the people who hurt you that power
they broke loose, and dislodged,
and extracted pieces of you
that could just no longer stay part of you
and who you’re becoming
so as you’re letting those people go,
be willing to let those pieces go too
…let a new version of you
be uncovered
– butterflies rising
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we cannot curse the sky
if we stay and break bread
with boys
and their troubles
while men full of mountains and moons
are waiting with stories of
how far they’ve come
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Poetry Heart…
do you really believe
that you were given this poetry heart,
and filled up with all this magic you hold,
and made capable of such big love,
to have it all be meant for someone
who treated you that way…
they were not the one.
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…maybe it’s brutal when you have to let it fall from your hands, but god, how beautiful it feels while you’re holding it.
– butterflies rising
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maybe
it tangles with chaos
and loses hold of safe and sane…
but that kind of love will be like wildfire.
and the way they touch you
will feel like wildfire.
and your heart…
it will take everything in like it’s on fire.
and it may be heavy on your soul when it breaks you,
but only because you burned so deep for it.
maybe it’s brutal when you have to let it
fall from your hands,
but god, how beautiful it feels
while you’re holding it.
– butterflies rising
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