“I said I would heal with you-instead you burned my love.”

He told me ‘I must be a story’ but for me-he always was.

You blame your father but it was your mother who did not keep you safe -why you won’t trust women.

My sweet girl: of course he has to object project & reject for if he didn’t he’d have to admit that he loves you -wise words from her therapist’s office.

You are the only one who lost -the rest stayed.

I am proud of the love I gave you it was laced in loyalty & light.

Children raised by mothers who do not keep their children sheltered from the wrath of their fathers, end up mistrusting women.

You make the pain I make it art-the girl with the soft heart.

You can water a plant but it has to want to grow.

Is your love the storm or the lighthouse?

I will not beg you to keep me- I can house my own heart.

His fear of exile led to mine -there was room for both of us in belonging.

He tried everything to silence her except for kindness and remorse -only love softens a voice.

Don’t buy their greatest lie – social media.

he made me raw & fragile & reminded me of all the things I had not healed

If you think you are the only one allowed to act in anger then no-one will ever be enough-my pain matters.

I am not here to fight with you I’m here to sit with you in love- Lets take the gloves off.

You don’t need to be burned out to go on hiatus.

You’ve got to have this burning desire in your chest to succeed.

Set my soul on fire by lighting up the flames of lust that makes the inside of me burn for love.

The Lord is more anxious to forgive our sins than a woman is to carry her baby out of a burning building.

The problem when someone feels burned out, bored, unchallenged, or stifled by their work is not the job itself but rather the environment and playground rules given to them to do the job at hand.

Many fires burn below the surface.

Energy apparently increases with the amount of work to be done. When nothing of burning urgency is waiting, it decreases much sooner. Heaven seems to understand such economy.

How is it possible that with one stare I’m in flames and no fire extinguisher shall help me? and so here I stand a tree burning from inside out of love from you.