
feel
everything
that is
beautiful and possible
in your soul,
and let yourself
become it
– butterflies rising
Read More →feel
everything
that is
beautiful and possible
in your soul,
and let yourself
become it
– butterflies rising
Read More →you say it aches,
how much you miss her…
but did you love her with an ache when you had her?
you had every bit of her full attention,
but where was yours?
she broke her heart open for you
again and again… and you just. kept. closing yours.
and so you lost her. and now you learn…
you learn that holding has to have wanting,
and appreciating, and valuing. you learn that love
isn’t static. it’s kinetic, it’s movement,
it’s growth and curiosity. you learn that there has there has to be more wanting in the holding
to be just as much
than there is in missing, or in reaching for.
you learn that you have to ache for people when it matters…
you have to love someone when you have them.
– butterflies rising
Read More →she’s not here just to be
a supporting character in your story…
she has her own entire story
to live too.
– butterflies rising
Read More →beautiful
wildflower…
be free and reach
for the sun,
live in all your colors
and grow so
untamed
– butterflies rising
Read More →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
Read More →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
Read More →and every time they
try to make you feel unworthy…
just go towards yourself.
choose to love yourself more.
and build such an unshakable bond
with your worth that there’s just
nothing anyone can ever do
to take you away from it.
– butterflies rising
Read More →your heart is too
special to not be carried
kindly, to not be held like
it’s magic
– butterflies rising
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