to be steady in the soul,
and free in the spirit
– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Journey
to be steady in the soul and free in the spirit
not yet…
i haven’t felt
what i’m meant to feel,
i have not loved
who i’m meant to love,
i haven’t yet been
who i’m meant to be…
not yet.
– butterflies rising
Read More →in spite of everything…
my power has been,
in spite of everything, always
finding it in me somewhere
to say to myself… you are worthy.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the long walk home…
he said…
“it’s a long walk home”,
but i never could’ve known just
how far we would roam…
how long i’d have to hold on.
– butterflies rising
Read More →may the sunrise bring you peace and fill your soul with possibility…
may the
sunrise bring you peace
and fill your soul with
possibility
– butterflies rising
Read More →acquiescence…
sometimes the healing
isn’t as complicated as it feels,
it just asks for space, and surrender, and release…
allowing time to turn the pages
and the memories to fade,
just letting all those messes untangle
and what’s gone to fall away
– butterflies rising
Read More →i promise, once you learn to love who you are, it won’t hurt anymore…
i promise,
once you learn to love
who you are,
it won’t hurt anymore…
all of this pain from the one
who didn’t love you.
you will love you, so it just
won’t matter anymore.
– butterflies rising
Read More →lost and found…
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
Read More →sometimes the universe will remove or withhold, not to hurt you…
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
Read More →hold on… these things that tear your soul apart will someday be no more than a faded memory…
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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