“Turn me into dust for my bones have given up.”

All burdens are gifted heavy, but through you runs a abundance of strength strong enough to carry it.

My skin will continue to carry your memories, even if my mind wants to forget.

There is strength in breaking and becoming.

I refuse to be strong for them, for I’m allowing myself to embrace my weak.

Beauty now lies behind some of the deepest of scars where pain once called home.

There is magic in shattering, for the most beautiful masterpieces are made from broken glass.

They ask me what it is to be a woman, as if I have to explain what it is to be a human.

I’ve seen far too many people lose their chance, waiting for others to catch up.

Never allow for temporary thoughts take over the permanence of your heart.

Alas, we found ourselves living in a broken world with sad souls but happy masks.

Those who try to break you, come shattered themselves.

She deserved her skies of rainbows, after the many storms her mind endured.

And suddenly days slowed down when I didn’t have you by me.

I’m simply a wildflower unaware of where I’ve come from, but allow me some sun and rain and see me bloom.

My love, we walk amongst a crowd of lonely hearts.

From the dark depths of my soul came an intense passion for prose.

Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light.

When you are down and out something always turns up – and it is usually the noses of your friends.

The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.

When Life Puts You in Tough Situations, Don’t Say ‘Why Me’, Say ‘Try Me’

May your cold nights die a warm death.

Humor is most powerful thing that uses laughter as it base to chase your blues away.

No one knows how bad this hurts and I won’t tell them Cause I know I’m going to stay and I don’t feel like being judged for it.

He who has health, has hope; and he who has hope, has everything.