“Darling why do you always run from the things that scare you?”

This love is soaked in alchemy, our leaden hearts broken by aching pasts have transformed into gold. I never knew love had the power to do so.

I am yours forever until the last starbursts in the sky, the mountains crumble and the world erupts.

I’m not sure how love changes, how I can be head over heels one moment and not stand you next.

I hope one day to be the mother I never had.

Like the mountain, she rises above every challenge, every mistake, every heartbreak.

Anchor me to the depths of the ocean that is your heart.

You deserve the greatest love.

The glow from the southern sun lit up her face like a goddess divine.

What I Thought was love, was really just lust-electrical chemistry, no emotional availability.

Hold my heart please, take this burden off me- the heavy hearts club.

You burned through my heart, leaving scars I thought was love. But when the smoke cleared all you left was charred destruction.

I have a heart of fire and you are afraid of getting burned.

My heart of flame could turn even your lead core into gold.

Why do I keep thinking, writing, dreaming of you? You don’t deserve to be my muse.

The longing for what should have been is what breaks my heart, over again.

I thought I had a second chance at loving you, but really it was just another lesson at letting go.

She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy, Dr. Rasul. Happiness like this is frightening.’ I asked her why and she said, ‘They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you.

Am I more afraid of failing or succeeding?

Words have taken hostage of my tongue. All the things I’m too afraid to say collect like volcanic ash in my lungs. Vulnerabilities bleed on paper but leave my mouth – never.

There was always a minority afraid of something, and a great majority afraid of the dark, afraid of the future, afraid of the past, afraid of the present, afraid of themselves and shadows of themselves.

Think of all the girls who could become top athletes but quit sports because they’re afraid of having too many defined muscles and being made fun of or called unattractive.

So please ask yourself: What would I do if I weren’t afraid? And then go do it.

Ignorance is always afraid of change.

Since peace is alone the gift of God, and as it is He who gives it, why should we be afraid? His unspeakable gift in His beloved Son is the ground of no doubtful hope.