“The darkest night always ends in morning light.”

The past grew a beast in me so I set it free.

Even when you’re at your worst, you deserve a pair hands that hold you up with love.

When the storm settles and the sun clears the way, give yourself the chance to bloom again.

Love her faults knowing she is a flower growing.

Give your heart time it is a gentle thing.

She carried the sun in her smile with her every day felt like summer.

Keep blooming the flowers look beautiful on you.

Let the confidence in your abilities eat away your doubts.

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 the darkness closes in, push back.

I started writing poetry when I was six. I had this teacher who didn’t believe the poems I’d bring in were mine because they were dark and sad. But I wrote about what I experienced in my childhood.

When darkness came, and it did, I learned that I can scream at the top of my lungs without making any sound at all.

Darkness, that here surrounds our purblind understanding, will vanish at the dawning of eternal day.

Be the light that floods the wounds of people lost in their own darkness.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

Light is much more than the absence of darkness. And you, my love, are much more than the absence of him.

Faith is a dark night for man, but in this very way it gives him light.