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 →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 →she’s learning to stop
bleeding herself out for others.
to stop. bleeding love. for those who
only drain her.
to let it all flow back to her…
to let all that love fill her own heart.
– butterflies rising
Read More →we may have
these fragile hearts,
and when we crumble,
ever do we crumble,
but unlike those who break us…
we heal
we grow
we become full
we rise
we thrive
and we fly
– butterflies rising
Read More →Directions…
a southern girl
with a gypsy soul, she took
a journey west to help her grow,
and then she chased the eastern sun
to give her faith,
and she let the northern lights
guide her way
…home.
– butterflies rising
Read More →Directions…
a southern girl with a restless soul,
she took a journey west to help her grow,
and then she chased the eastern sun
to give her faith,
and she let the northern lights
guide her way
…home.
– butterflies rising
Read More →a persistent yearning
to feel at home in this skin,
to feel my soul
grounded in these bones
– 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
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