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

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.

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

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

Even my tears fall for you.

Therapy. Acting classes. Yoga. Strong friendships. All these helped me see and heal parts of me I was trying to hide.

Don’t be afraid to bloom even in the darkest of times, just like moonflower blooms in the depths of the night.

You healed my broken wings with your soothing love and taught me how to fly again one step at a time.

God heals what you hide he keeps blessing your life.

Let me pour onto your glass and let it overflow with abundant love; for your eyes tell me they need refilling, But all you have now is an empty bottle of escaped homes and dreams.

There is no sunrise as beautiful as the one where you realize you are worth a million suns.

I want you he says but you are not mine, She smiles and she says I am not his either, I am my own.

Plant seeds of hope in the cracks of your broken heart, with a little bit of patience it will soon begin to bloom again.