
if i am to
feel sure of anything,
i must learn to feel
sure of me
– butterflies rising
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beautiful
wildflower…
be free and reach
for the sun,
live in all your colors
and grow so
untamed
– butterflies rising
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the first step in
setting yourself free…
i am willing to grow.
This is my agreement with myself. In all of the places and circumstances and situations in my life where I feel stuck, to be willing to grow. To be willing to listen to what something is showing to me or asking from me. To understand that even though I may not have control over things happening around me, or even always to me, I am still always responsible for my own energy within those experiences. And I can still always look for movement and change within my own space that I hold. And that’s where my freedom will come from. So, instead of fighting against the things outside of me that may make me feel like I’m stuck, being open to where I can grow, to grow out of them.
– butterflies rising
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sweet girl,
it wasn’t that you weren’t enough,
it’s your energy… it asks
others to rise up, and not everyone
is willing to go where they
would grow
– butterflies rising
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sweet girl,
it wasn’t that you weren’t enough,
it’s your energy… it asks
others to rise up, and not everyone
is willing to go where they
would grow
– butterflies rising
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i can feel it…
how i’m on my way,
to somewhere different,
something better than this
and i’ll let it be light,
and new, and undiscovered
– butterflies rising
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and when it ends…
i don’t know if there’s anything
harder to let go of than the way a song
makes you feel about them
– when a music lover loves
– butterflies rising
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don’t be afraid
to leave it all behind…
there is new light, and new life,
there are new worlds waiting
– butterflies rising
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and if you
took me for granted…
you must know that that
was another life.
and i have found my way
to a new life.
and you are just not welcome here.
because i can no longer
wear that shade of unworthiness,
or hold that self-unkindness,
that let me live a life
where the people i let close to me
ever treated me as anything less than
a blessing in theirs.
– butterflies rising
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