Lost And Found…
first, i got lost
in his eyes, and in his words,
and in his arms holding me…
then i got lost in all the lies he told,
and i was just… lost.
but then i looked myself
in the eyes, and i started to find my voice,
and i learned to hold myself up,
and i began searching for my truth,
and now… i’m finding my way,
and i’m finding myself.
– butterflies rising
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let yourself
find peace with the
apology that’s never coming…
even if it came,
it wouldn’t be enough,
and it doesn’t hold your healing
– butterflies rising
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sometimes the universe will
remove or withhold, not to hurt you,
but to free you or save you from
what doesn’t lead you home
– butterflies rising
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hold on…
these things that tear
your soul apart will someday
be no more than a faded memory
with no hold on you
– butterflies rising
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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
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he said,
close your eyes for just one moment
and imagine…
what if everything you fear is an illusion,
and all these things you dream
are what is real
he wanted me to believe in the universe
– butterflies rising
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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
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