“The rain that’s been so heavy, is only a reminder of the harvest that’s coming.”

Your mind resembles the galaxies with all its raging complexities.

Though starting over may seem hard you have the strength to make it far.

If pride wears us both our love will see no growth.

Rise like the morning sun and let the good be done.

Be kind to others for no reason be the sun in their rainy season.

Look at what our love has done, its seized the fire from the sun.

Let go of control let the joy unfold.

She grew flowers in his heart where once lay darkness.

When it’s meant for you, you won’t have to fight for it to stay.

No one can help you love yourself. The healing starts with you.

Water yourself with love so the seeds in you may grow.

Theres no shame in needing softness if your heart speaks in flowers.

She was a walking poem. A thunderstorm of emotions demanding to be felt.

The depth of your soul cannot be reached by those afraid to swim.

Though life will always change let your light remain the same.

How strange that our hearts heal from the same thing that broke it -love.

The darkness feels like home. And the truth is, I’m tired.  I can’t pretend like there’s light anymore.

There is so much rain in my heart and yet it feels so empty. Then I remember, for flowers to grow, you need sunshine too.

This year has been heavy. Not meant to be carried alone.

Rock bottom is a crisis. And everyone wants to avoid crisis. But what ‘crisis’ means literally is ‘to sift’ – like a child who goes to the beach, lifts up the sand, and watches all the sand fall away, hoping that there’s treasure left over. That’s what crisis does.

I was just tired of losing. Life was passing me by.

Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers.

Some days are heavy. Not meant to be carried alone.

Don’t give up. Reach down inside of you and you’ll find something left.