Spring into summer from pale green to emerald unfurling with grace.
HOLLY DUXBURYSpring into summer from pale green to emerald unfurling with grace.
HOLLY DUXBURYYou spent years planting red flags convincing me they were roses.
HOLLY DUXBURYHome is where you feel.
HOLLY DUXBURYI know longer know how to find myself under the weight of who I had to be.
HOLLY DUXBURYDon’t talk to me like I am a lost little girl I am a wolf and these are my woods.
HOLLY DUXBURYI am an expert at breaking my own heart.
HOLLY DUXBURYThe sun and moon are both awake, flirting from across the sky.
HOLLY DUXBURYWe are so much more than the sum of parts colors staining us bruises of identity.
HOLLY DUXBURYWe dream of roses and grow like weeds.
HOLLY DUXBURYI do not hate the scars they hold me together binding flesh and experience gnarled lines.
HOLLY DUXBURYYou are all burning desires and questions with no answers.
HOLLY DUXBURYThere is magic in the minuscule.
HOLLY DUXBURYNo matter the storm you are still standing to guide me home.
HOLLY DUXBURYIt is an act of courage every time you create. Stay brave.
HOLLY DUXBURYI am never going to stop trying to translate meaning from mundane.
HOLLY DUXBURYThe snow will keep all of your secrets or none of them.
HOLLY DUXBURY