“What a victory it will be to taste the light again.”

Even in the rain, I am learning how to find miracles.

And grace is still opening doors.

I will not operate in fear.

Honesty, love never stopped looking for you.

Are we or are we not meant to crave possibilities?

Nothing permanent grows from comfort.

Choose to make every pulse worth it.

The wound is real but so is the healing.

Would it be safe to say that I find you in every heartbeat?

In a way, hope is a type of courage too.

Love resides within each breath.

Speak good things into existence.

Using each heartbeat as a second chance.

But these downpours, they can all be a type of cleaning.

What is my ribcage if not a prison for hope.

And I held onto hope. Like a dear old friend.

Poems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.

When I met my darkness clouds | swirled the night sky | refracted light danced in the wild eyes | freedom came for me.

Sunflowers adapt to let the light reach them and I’m learning to do the same.

Thoughts on a tapestry. Colour or black and white. A brush, a pen, A flash of light. Ideas flowing soon, about to take flight.

I hope you rise like the sun, bright and cheerful. Fresh and free from yesterdays storms and ready to shine your light on the world.

Who will be your lighthouse? who will guide you on this journey at sea? Who will lead you towards shipwreck? Who do you need to let free?

Then the light came and swept me off my feet.

She cannot Conquer your demons. But she can be the guiding light, which shines through the cracks of the darkest corners of your heart to blind them.