i’m still learning how to be mine.
– butterflies rising
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fear or love…
are you fear
or are you love,
ask this of everything that wants
to be here with you
– thoughts, energy, and companions
– butterflies rising
Read More →within…
it often takes
for someone to invite us to feel it,
but never return it,
and to deprive us of it where it should’ve been,
to cause us to ache for it enough
when it’s nowhere else to be found,
for us to finally seek it within
– the love
– butterflies rising
Read More →love and lilies: you are allowed to be lovely and important…
you are allowed to be lovely
and important,
to speak up, and out, and convicted
from the same mouth that tends
to love and cradles lilies
it’s stunning when you let
why you’re here spill out of you
– butterflies rising
Read More →it’s stunning when you let why you’re here spill out of you…
you are allowed to be lovely
and important,
to speak up, and out, and convicted
from the same mouth that tends
to love and cradles lilies
it’s stunning when you let
why you’re here spill out of you
– butterflies rising
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breathing room…
sometimes,
love people easy
like fine, light rain
be there
but with breathing room
and growing space
asking for nothing
but the glow in their skin
– butterflies rising
Read More →recovery…
i’ve been held
by rough hands…
and i’m still healing.
to let a good man, be a good man,
it takes a new way…
and i’m still learning.
– recovery
– butterflies rising
Read More →they didn’t take pieces of you… don’t give the people who hurt you that power
they didn’t take pieces of you…
don’t give the people who hurt you that power
they broke loose, and dislodged,
and extracted pieces of you
that could just no longer stay part of you
and who you’re becoming
so as you’re letting those people go,
be willing to let those pieces go too
…let a new version of you
be uncovered
– butterflies rising
Read More →write it out until what hurt you heals…
mountains and moons…
we cannot curse the sky
if we stay and break bread
with boys
and their troubles
while men full of mountains and moons
are waiting with stories of
how far they’ve come
– butterflies rising
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