“Harmony soothes us in the abyss when our mind untangles chaos.”

Why do I paint a happy face every single holiday when they are a stinging reminder of what and who is absent.

Listen to the heart to its beat in time words are no match for what is spoken in the heart’s rhyme.

Friendships exist in the fluctuations between acceptance and rejection.

I want to be loved so I try to be you then I realize what I see in you is in the mirror looking back at me.

All this time I knew I needed some really good therapy and I found it —in poetry.

I remind myself what I desire in another is myself undiscovered.

Release the things that no longer serve you like the petals of a flower. It will seed your life with new growth and you will bloom again.

I am both mud and lotus but, my love you only see the mud.

Our lives are now changed forced anew we start again it’s all we can do.

Through poems, I speak the language of my soul and the emotions of my body onto paper.

Being an empath is a gift – at the same time, you also carry the weight of the world.

My love you are, magic in the mountains moonlight on the meadow mantras at midnight, and molecules of my heart.

The fabric of your life is a beautiful tapestry of contrast.

Finding my way back to myself one day at a time.

How can you be so unconditional when I speak of my dreams but yet so conditional in your love for me.

Even my tears fall for you.

When you can tell the story and it doesn’t bring up any pain, you know it is healed.

A broken heart heals when we allow the healing to go as deep as the wound went.

You haven’t been through one thing that God cannot heal you from.

People don’t need Christians to act like we always have it together. People need us to be real! What kind of healing would come if we all just got real before God and others?

Time doesn’t heal anything only God can heal.

Time won’t heal this damage anymore. Don’t turn your back on me, I won’t be ignored.

We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.

There is new life in the soil for every man. There is healing in the trees for tired minds and for our overburdened spirits, there is strength in the hills, if only we will lift up our eyes. Remember that nature is your great restorer.