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

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.

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 heart will welcome destruction to avoid tasting loneliness -why we stay.

Hearts watered with love grow into flowers.

Your hands find me my skin has been waiting for this, for hands that speak with tenderness.

When you finally let go peace begins to flow.

All the grey and gloom was colored by the light she bloomed.

Nothing can bury you if you have the strength to grow.

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

The darkest night always ends in morning light.

Never forget your power, for in your heart you yeild flowers.

I breathe out light pleasing, soft, and warm – I’m still learning to breathe out fire.

You ground me as my roots grow I spread like wildflowers all over you.

What you do not water will not grow.

Our pollen you thought infected us fed our bees and kept us growing.

She is like water lily, because in the most hostile waters she blooms.

Though it may be the season I’m not quite in bloom but slowly unfolding to where I may accept the sun and someday bloom.

Spilling coffee-like tea on Sunday mornings with like-minded women is my favorite color of blooming.

The pain grows within you only to end within you