I could turn away

Pretending

Willing myself to ignorance

But no

I'll fight

Never resting

Envious of those who can.

#poetry #writing

Butterflies rest when it rains because the droplets can damage their wings.

It is okay to rest during the storms of life.

You will fly again.

I will fly again.

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Seek shelter in the warmth and safety of your memories. If you cannot move forward, it is here you must learn to survive.

The present is already consumed, becoming the past as we experience it. Time will gild these moments and they will shine and light your way forward. Watch as they are brighter than you ever saw through the experience.

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Ahhhh, the storms of life… how they affect us all. We tend to think of a storm as a destructive force that ruins our hard work and takes from us.

But in reality, we need storms to reset the environment, flush out the collected litter and rubble that settles in the proverbial gutters of our life.

Like the forest fire that burns away the clutter and undergrowth and releasing nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium back into the soil, the moments that make us pause give us time to reset and enrich ourselves. Our past is forged into fuel for the future.

This is especially important for you, as you likely do a poor job of self-care and focusing on refilling your spiritual and emotional tank.

When this storm passes, do not lament the changed landscape or what you have had to become; focus instead on the snap of the crystal clear air, the brilliant blue of the sky and the fresh smell that a summer torrent leaves behind.

You, little butterfly, are beautiful. Delicate and brilliant. Rest and celebrate your renewal! Relish the new landscape and revel in your day.

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build an irresistible garden #poetry #confession

wrinkled pages

This mask, these masks

Impermanent, I know

Limiting, comfortable

But I cannot stand idle

While everything burns

Cracks in the porcelain

This shade of me, shimmering

My crimson rage

Channeled into words

Perhaps I have time

Time before words become acts

Before this fiction is cast aside

And I die once more for my cause.

#poetry #writing

A momentary glimpse of the divine

Burning me to my core

Wonder replacing skepticism

Tentative hope supplanting despair

Where are you now, my goddess

Was my joy mere imagination

Or is your existence something more?

#poetry #writing

A warm hug A hand to hold A bright smile A soul full of love

These were foreign to me Trapped in other people's worlds So I pursued them At the cost of myself

But the truth is I have those things too And I will always be with me So I can be my own affection

#Poetry #MyBeautifulSky #SelfLove