to be steady in the soul and free in the spirit poem….

i want to remember the depth and the feel of the stars that i come from, and always hold an unshakable knowing of the voice in my soul so close

i want to remember the depth and the feel of the stars that i come from, and always hold an unshakable knowing of the voice in my soul so close… but be wild-winged, chasing my wild curiosity, running wild-spirited on starlit nights under wide-open skies, growing and discovering and feeling it all… i want to know what it’s like to be steady in the soul and free in the spirit.

– butterflies rising

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lost and found…

first, i got lost in his eyes, and in his words, and in his arms

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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