…the way we passionately love
someone else should be a way we
could love ourselves, too.
– butterflies rising
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Tag: Poetry
she’s beautiful chaos and wild butterflies…
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
Read More →she’s under the wild of the strawberry moon…
she’s under the
wild of the strawberry moon,
and she feels her heart pulled 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
Read More →she feels her heart pulled under the wild of the moon…
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
Read More →aching to touch stars… i hope you keep it close… no matter what. if it’s imprinted on you…
aching to touch stars…
i hope you keep it close…
no matter what.
if it’s imprinted on you,
like soul memory,
then i hope you keep it so. close.
and that you hold on tight
no matter what.
there will be little traces of someday
in the not-quite-yet, and i hope you feel them.
and that you can find a way to trust them.
even if weary sets in and uncertain gets loud,
i hope you can be gentle with that doubt.
and that something in you knows that it will pass.
and that it doesn’t mean give up.
i hope you never truly feel give-up.
but if you do, then i hope that some. how.
the fight in you finds its teeth
and that heart of yours finds its fire
and that you can reach deep down into that
part of you that is aching to touch stars and just
find a way to stay dreaming no. matter. what.
i hope you can hold on and hold on
and hold on… until you can feel
every last bit of your hope
holding you right back.
– butterflies rising
Read More →if it keeps your heart restless and aching to touch stars…
if it keeps your heart restless and aching
to touch stars… then i hope you stay dreaming
for it, i hope you hold on.
– butterflies rising
Read More →this world can feel so harsh and ugly to you because you are so soft and vulnerable… just like flowers…
this world can
feel so harsh and ugly
to you because you are
so soft and vulnerable
and beautiful… like flowers.
now imagine this world
without flowers.
so please let yourself be
something in this world that is soft
and vulnerable and beautiful,
just like flowers.
– butterflies rising
Read More →to be delicate here…
it’s so delicate here.
but it’s where i’m the most brutal.
it’s where my raging gets careless,
and the delicate things end up crushed.
i fight my hardest fights
trying to love the deepest love,
but i’ve never been more unkind
than i’ve been in these close quarters
…in this head, and to this heart.
and when others have been unkind,
how quick i’ve been to betray myself and just agree.
and i’ve let it all hurt so much that unworthy has felt
like the only feeling i may ever again know…
like a flower whose every last petal has been torn away and
thrown to the wind with nothing left to recognize as beautiful.
just wilted. and bare with pain.
but what if it hurts this way for a reason…
because that ache in me is the fight in me
to learn to feel different.
because somewhere deep inside i know
that i want to be delicate here… desperately.
and when they’re unkind, and when i’m unkind,
somewhere deep down, i know that i fiercely. disagree.
and there’s a wild blossom in me and it’s too beautiful
to ever just be torn away and thrown to the wind.
and there’s a tenderness that i’m made of and an intimacy
that i’m part of… one that i’m going to learn
to take such delicate care of.
– butterflies rising
Read More →self-love… the most delicate intimacy… it’s so delicate here.
self-love…
the most delicate intimacy
it’s so delicate here. but it’s where i’m
the most brutal. it’s where my raging gets
careless, and the delicate things end up crushed.
i fight my hardest fights trying to love the deepest love,
but i’ve never been more unkind than i’ve been
in these close quarters.
but what if this ache in me is also the fight in me
to learn to feel differently. because somewhere deep
inside i know that i want to be delicate here… desperately.
and there’s a tenderness that i’m made of and an intimacy that
i’m part of… one that i’m going to learn to take
such delicate care of.
– butterflies rising
Read More →she wanders out in the flowers, in the wild…
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
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