on your own is where your wildflowers grow: love story version…

on your own
is where your
wildflowers grow,
there’s no one else here to
block their sun,
but no one else can water
them but you

– butterflies rising

…i’m still learning how to hear the word beautiful and let it be meant for me

– butterflies rising

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

my heart,
oh how wild it loves

– butterflies rising

keep your way
of being love, keep this glow,
others will come to you
just to feel this

– butterflies rising

be a love firefly

– butterflies rising

if they love you,
they will love the way
you fall in love with yourself,
and life, and them,
and everything beautiful

– butterflies rising

this becoming
will ask for your breath, patience
and for your fight, perseverance

transformation is made of both
surrender and strength

– butterflies rising

let me
wander with
the ones who are
tangled in stars
and tethered
to promise

– dreamers

– butterflies rising

it makes it harder to love people
when you won’t let yourself
have faith in them

– butterflies rising

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

Tag: Soul