let’s lose ourselves
in wild creativity and glow.
and burn and breathe at once in our skin.
out of our lungs.
pouring the aches from our chests.
with our wings wide open.
– butterflies rising
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i want…
to search. and stretch.
and grow. and glow.
and drip myself in
wild creativity,
and burn and breathe at once
in this skin. in these lungs.
wings untethered,
under the moon,
into the sky,
and to dream big and bigger
and biggest,
and to feel free in here…
inside my anxious chest.
to just. feel. free.
and to have the universe
say… yes, you are worthy of all this.
– butterflies rising
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in spite of anyone else’s barriers
and limitations and boxes and stories…
i hope you let yourself dream.
and search. and discover. and grow.
and be many-layered, and curious, and unlimited…
and passionate and wild… and soft and vulnerable…
and have depth or lightness…
and be found or lost…
and be as many other things as you want to be.
and i hope you find a way to be unafraid and
unapologetic and undeterred as you do…
because other people’s barriers
and limitations and boxes and stories
are just that… theirs.
– butterflies rising
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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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