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

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

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 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 think I will always be half a breath between the hurting and the healing.

She was a recovered woman dipped in happiness, cleansed of darkness that would lit her aflame.

Look at me, comforting you with the words I wish someone spoke to me.

We as a people will heal. We will insure the well-being of each other.

You are healing and you are doing good, like the crescent before becoming full.

Heal the past by living fully in the present moment.

One day, you’ll be home again.

I knew my healing had purpose when songs that used to remind me of you didn’t bring tears to my eyes anymore.