“It’s hard to know who I am when who I am always swallows me whole.”

To cry means that you are feeling as much as you possibly can in that moment and that is exactly what I mean when I say you are alive.

There is a person inside of me who deserves kindness.

You always told me that I was the child with one foot out the door. But, did you ever consider that it was for my own safety?

Stare hard at the hurt. Ask why it stings. Dig into the root and rip it out. It doesn’t have to stay there just because it grew there.

And who will advocate for me? Me. Even when it feels lonely. Lonely is where we grow the most.

Love does not equate staying quiet. Sometimes it has to be outspoken, always loud, and forever on fire.

I must be worth something if my heart thinks so.

And what happens when you run out of words? You listen. Deeply. To everything around you.

Maybe I am something special but nothing spectacular.

I am hell-bent on loving my hell.

Think of how good tomorrow might be.

I love my sadness because it is honest.

You write poems or you are a poem. That is where you’ll shine.

Your love is only as good as your intention.

Your trauma is never indicative of who you are and how well you deserve to be loved.

Meet me with authenticity or not at all.

Whatever you resist will persist.

Sometimes the best things in life are the hardest to hear.

And God said, Love your enemy, & I obeyed Him & loved myself.

The more a man knows, the less he talks.

Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.

Don’t do unto others what you don’t want done unto you.

All I know is that the first step is to create a vision, because when you see the vision – the beautiful vision – that creates the want power.

As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.