she looks at her like she’s a beautiful wildness on fire….

the way she looks at her… like she’s
a beautiful wildness on fire

– butterflies rising

the way he looks at her… like she’s
a beautiful wildness on fire

– butterflies rising

the way she looks at him… like he’s
a beautiful wildness on fire

– butterflies rising

he looks at her the way she looks
at flowers… like she’s just this beautiful
wildness on fire.

– butterflies rising

the way he looks at her… like she’s
a beautiful wildness on fire

– butterflies rising

poetry is my scripture,
music is my gospel,
empathy and kindness are my witness,
creativity and love are my worship

– butterflies rising

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

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

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

settling will always
leave the heart
relentlessly unsettled

– butterflies rising

codependency
doesn’t keep you warm…
it keeps you from breathing
fresh air

– butterflies rising

soul