
i’m still learning
how to hear the word beautiful
and let it be meant for me
…to breathe it in
and let it belong here
– butterflies rising
Read More →i’m still learning
how to hear the word beautiful
and let it be meant for me
…to breathe it in
and let it belong here
– butterflies rising
Read More →this becoming
will ask for your breath, patience
and for your fight, perseverance
transformation is made of both
surrender and strength
– butterflies rising
Read More →it makes it harder to love people
when you won’t let yourself
have faith in them
– butterflies rising
Read More →i’m learning
to love the way
my name settles
in silence
before i can love
how it falls
from another’s
mouth
– this love story first.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i will not
take care of my fears today.
i will not feed them or tend to them
or give them any space.
and if i do not take care of my fears today…
what i feel tomorrow might be something
a little bit like faith.
– butterflies rising
Read More →dear heart,
why do you run from the
things that give you a pulse
…don’t fear what makes you feel
– butterflies rising
Read More →let the
wonder and beauty
of your existence
fall out of you
everywhere, unafraid
no matter who may take it in
or hold it with care
let it all be
unshaken by the cold
– butterflies rising
Read More →your standards for love
are going to make some people
uncomfortable, and they will try to make
you feel like your standards are too high,
but it’s only because those standards threaten
their comfort zones.
what you believe in either challenges
how they treat people,
or how they’ve accepted being treated.
keep them high.
– butterflies rising
– butterflies rising
Read More →when we let go of
the need to control it all
i think the universe listens…
instead of our old patterns we’ll get
spark-starters and soul awakeners,
and instead of the hard lessons we’ll be given
inspirers and spirit challengers
…and maybe it’s as simple as to just be curiosity.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i didn’t know how to measure my worth,
and it led me to someone who measured his worth
in attention from her, and also her, and her…
and any other her to hurt me
he thought there was power in possession and pain,
and that a man’s kingdom should be built
on the stepping of her back and the forfeit of her crown
so i forfeited. and i faded. but i’m learning things…
like how real lovers don’t come in numbers. they aren’t prisoners.
they’re not meant to be suffocated, or left for granted…
and how i’m full enough of wonder to hold someone’s attention,
that my full voice matters,
my full-bodied existence is beautiful,
and that a man on the strong side of oppression isn’t
the same thing as a man who is strong.
– butterflies rising
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