Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
STEPHANIE BRIARThe day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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