healing
that person whose
broken pieces fit into
your broken pieces isn’t the one
they may keep the bed warm,
but they’re keeping you from whole…
just pretending that being broken
feels like home
and you can only romanticize bad
habits for so long,
before the ache to yourself
calls you home
– butterflies rising
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a persistent yearning
to feel at home in this skin,
to feel my soul
grounded in these bones
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and when
i write this out,
this isn’t to remember you…
it’s to take it away
from you,
i’ll take all these feelings i felt
and i’ll make art,
i’ll make something beautiful,
i’ll make something new
– the alchemy in poetry
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we cannot
carry another
on their own way…
in soul searching,
we must all find
our own legs beneath us,
our own voice inside of us,
and our own
light to guide us.
– butterflies rising
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there’s always been an ache in your
back that has felt something like wings…
something inside of you has always
been trying to carry you.
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that wild in your heart,
those flowers in your chest,
and the fire in your blood
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poetry is my scripture,
music is my gospel,
empathy and kindness are my witness,
creativity and love are my worship
– butterflies rising
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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
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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
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codependency
doesn’t keep you warm…
it keeps you from breathing
fresh air
– butterflies rising
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