“From each scar today bloom the flowers of a kinder tomorrow.”

Your heart is my shelter, my handmade forever home.

I take a piece of you with me everywhere I go, so my soul never feels alone, and my heart always feels at home.

Peaceful dreams find me pull me from reality in their arms I land.

Grace is found flourishing beneath skin blooming from each scar.

I am the moments and memories from the past tied up with good intentions and mistakes from the future.

Growth is no longer seeking acceptance from those who cannot give it to themselves.

If you want to see the world as it should be, read poetry.

I fell for you dissolved like sugar in tea – completely.

I was quiet, yes but I heard all you never said, your silence read.

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

I don’t want the world but I want you in mine.

I will remain soft in a world marked by hardness.

You were waiting for the sunset while I was longing for the moonrise.

If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?

Whole, loved and worthy just as you are.

You are already more than enough.

When we die plant us close so life grows from our love still. Even in death my chest will bloom for you.

Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.

Bloom for the bee, not for the hands that want to pluck you.

Today I am broken but tomorrow I will be gentle, I will be kind and i will bloom again.

My soul was left with a cosmic radiance, blooming into wildflowers.

Let’s always bloom, savor and delight others with our beauty.

Your smile is watching a flower bloom in love. Shy at first, then your brightness unfolds and you magically decorate the world with your flashy hues.

Flowers only wither to bloom again. So shall you break, only to be whole again.