he looks at her the way she looks
at flowers… like she’s just this beautiful
wildness on fire.
– butterflies rising
Read More →he looks at her the way she looks
at flowers… like she’s just this beautiful
wildness on fire.
– butterflies rising
Read More →A Good Thing…
i think it’s a good thing,
how we can struggle in such desperation
for clarity and still never find a way to make
any sense of how they treated us…
i think it means we’re just not capable of
that same cruelty within ourselves.
and i think that’s a really good thing.
– butterflies rising
Read More →The Turning Point…
let go your fear
as it falls
beautiful, be still
this untangling of it all
let your bones fill with might
let your lungs fill with free
don’t look back.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i’m learning to be more careful with
my care full heart, and to care less for
the ones who are careless with it
– butterflies rising
Read More →all i’ve ever wanted…
is to know that i matter. by myself.
for myself. and belonging to myself.
chosen by no one, but me.
– butterflies rising
Read More →but if it’s love,
when it asks you to come along,
it will not ask you to leave yourself behind…
love won’t ask you to be less. of. yourself.
it will invite you to become more and more of you,
to step into all of you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i hope
you never
let the ones
who are
sleepwalking
hold you back
in your
own awakening
– butterflies rising
Read More →Journey Companions…
please let
everyone on my journey
be kind and good to my heart and soul,
and please let anyone who isn’t
easily pass through.
– butterflies rising
Read More →what is
beautiful in me
and what is tender
in me
it is always.
no matter how
hard you tried to make
me feel hard to love
there are
all these beautiful
and tender things in me…
always.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you want to love again… but first,
you have to put to rest the unrest that you
felt with the hands you held before.
you gave that half-love your full attention for
so long, and now your heart needs to take
some space to breathe… new love needs fresh air.
– butterflies rising
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