it’s ok to take small steps and deep breaths, love…

it’s ok to take
small steps and deep breaths, love…
but you also have to learn to take up your own space.
and to not say you’re sorry when you do.
and you’re going to be rejected for these
wings you’re growing and these fires you’re starting…
for all of this sweet and wild rebellion in you…
but these are such. beautiful. things.
so you have to keep choosing you.
because nothing will matter if you reject you.
if it needs you small… you just can’t
let it hold you still anymore.

– butterflies rising

you better stay hellbent in your heart
and go where it wants you to go… because
it will ache if you don’t.

– butterflies rising

you wanted me to dream.
and you just wouldn’t ever let me
give in to the give-up.

you’d say…
“you better stay hellbent in your heart
and go where it wants you to go… because
it will ache if you don’t.”

and when i ache a little
from waiting on a dream, i remember
what you said, and i stay hellbent in my heart,
and i try to go where it wants me to go…
because i know that it will ache
even more if i don’t.

– butterflies rising

there is
nothing i could lose
that i would miss
as much as i have missed
the feel of my own soul
when i wasn’t listening to it,
and i’m listening now…
and it’s telling me
that i am meant to be
where my lungs can breathe easy
and where there’s wing-shaped air
to stretch into all around me

– butterflies rising

in spite of anyone else's barriers and limitations and boxes and stories... i hope you let yourself dream. and search. and discover.

no matter 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

soft and wild… vulnerable
and passionate… sweet and strong…
tender and full of fire. we can be any of it…
and we can be all of it.

– butterflies rising

i’ve got dreams…
ones that are drenched in art
and taste like adventure…
ones that feel like
being kissed until my heart bursts…
ones that open up my whole soul
like a wildflower on fire.

– butterflies rising

under the sun
is where her flowers bloom,
under the moon
is where her fires burn,
out in the wild
is where her spirit breathes…
she’s meant to be wild,
so beautifully wild.

– butterflies rising

she’s a
wildflower on fire
with all that sweet soul sugar
and an ache inside to unfold
and to grow into so much more,
all that destiny written in her eyes,
she’s wild butterflies,
and she feels her heart pulled
under the wild of the moon to face her fears
and to find her way through all of the dark
and the heavy that she’s carried for so long…
there’s fight here,
but there’s surrender here too.
and there could be so much freedom here
if she could just let herself fall into that
beautiful chaos and dig deep into
that passion in her bones…
she could uncover all the beautiful things
that those wildfires inside of her hold.

– butterflies rising

she feels her heart pulled
under the wild of the moon to face
all her fears and to find her way through
all of the dark and heavy things that
she’s carried for so long

– butterflies rising

she wanders
out in the flowers,
in the wild, where the breathing
is easy and free… because it’s where
the judgment goes quiet…
and everything beautiful is so untouched.
it’s just beautiful. and wild. and fearless.
and whether it grows into something more
or burns down and has to start again,
it just does… fearlessly.
beautifully. and wild.
so she wanders out where she
can learn to see herself that way;
to see herself in the way that she looks
at flowers… like she’s a beautiful
wildness on fire.

– butterflies rising

Tag: Free Spirit

it’s ok to take small steps and deep breaths, love…

you better stay hellbent in your heart and go where it wants you to go…

you wanted me to dream… you’d say… you better stay hellbent in your heart…

where there’s wing-shaped air to stretch into all around me…

as many things as you want to be…

soft and wild… vulnerable and passionate… sweet and strong…

i’ve got dreams… ones that are drenched in art and taste like adventure…

flower sun, fire moon… so beautifully wild…

she’s beautiful chaos and wild butterflies…

she feels her heart pulled under the wild of the moon…

she wanders out in the flowers, in the wild…