
stop listening
to the voice that tells you
that love is supposed to be hard,
it keeps leading you to places where
love ends up being hard.
– butterflies rising
Read More →stop listening
to the voice that tells you
that love is supposed to be hard,
it keeps leading you to places where
love ends up being hard.
– butterflies rising
Read More →let a woman
have her own worth.
let her value be found in who she is.
not in who she is to a man.
not in who she is to whom she supports,
or serves, or takes care of, or carries weight for.
not who she is in the context of anyone else’s story.
just who she is. as she is.
bare,
alone,
unburdened,
beautiful,
and worthy.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i am allowed to have my own worth.
to find my value in who i am.
not in who i am to a man.
not in who i am to whom i support, or serve,
or take care of, or carry weight for.
not who i am in the context of
anyone else’s story.
just who i am, as i am…
bare, alone, unburdened, beautiful, and worthy.
– butterflies rising
Read More →there
are times
that my faith
gets weary
from the
aching in my back
where my wings have
yet to grow
– the butterfly process
– butterflies rising
Read More →hatred feels thick,
and noisy,
as if it imposes and takes up space.
but i have to believe it’s just the absence of things…
like an emptiness raging against itself.
that it’s no substance of power.
that it doesn’t get to make a permanent home here.
and that those who harbor it are surely not powerful,
and that they don’t control this space.
that love can always fill the air.
and if those who are hellbent on hate
won’t grow, or change,
that awakened voices will bring revival
to this place.
no matter how loud or heavy that
hatred can rage, i have to believe it hasn’t won…
and that love will always
outnumber, overshadow, and overcome.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i don’t want to
search through all those other souls
trying to find some way to feel…
i just want to feel your soul.
– butterflies rising
Read More →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
Read More →i think
it’s been his soul
passing through the others…
leaving traces of him,
of these memories we’ve yet to live,
leaving breadcrumbs to him
in the ones who were
just lessons,
it’s been breadcrumbs to home…
all of it guiding me as i grow.
– 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
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