
we cannot
carry another
on their own way…
in soul searching,
we must all find
our own legs beneath us,
our own voice inside of us,
and our own
light to guide us.
– butterflies rising
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we cannot
carry another
on their own way…
in soul searching,
we must all find
our own legs beneath us,
our own voice inside of us,
and our own
light to guide us.
– butterflies rising
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i think
it’s been his soul
passing through the others…
leaving traces of him,
of these memories we’ve yet to live,
leaving breadcrumbs to him
in the ones who were
just lessons,
it’s been breadcrumbs to home…
all of it guiding me as i grow.
– butterflies rising
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he looks at her the way she looks
at flowers… like she’s just this beautiful
wildness on fire.
– butterflies rising
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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
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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
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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
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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
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