“I beg my heart to ask- why not me? A woman and a leader. A writer and a healer.”

How to be a poet – call yourself one and pick up a pen.

Can we be who we are and who we are born to be and can we let everything else go?

Time is a funny thing- Flies fast, though constant it slows near large objects, black holes, and you.

Give less shits give more self love.

Are you using your device or is the device using you? You, using using using using devices using you.

Part human and part ocean. A woman who must transform, a woman and a thunderstorm.

I meditate I sit and wait I let my soul.

The things that I fear have no power here as I stand on this altar with you, my dear.

And here, on the edge I look below where there are so many many unknowns.

Caterpillars must grow- destroy what it is you think you know.

Don’t stall find yourself in the free fall.

Worry is a wasteful thing eating up moments that could taste sweet.

Surrender, dear- There are so many, many things you will only find if you let go of your fears.

Risk being seen for all that you are including those parts that you call scars.

Breathing dreams like air.

Not unafraid, but moving a tiny bravery is a large one always always always this.

Give me just a little ray of hope and I promise to fly on my own.

How will you ever be able to heal your broken parts, if you keep allowing the past to stay?

We shined a light through our flaws to our internalistic plea. Emphasized the healing that shall set our lost souls free. We were a brief reflection of what we should not be.

A broken heart is usually mended in isolation.

She’ll find peace in the solitude, in the depths of the well. The darkness alludes to how far she fell. And perhaps, the view is better from way down afar, It keeps the water still In her reservoir.

Healing is like dealing with the moods of the moon. Somedays you feel the pain at its fullest and you don’t know how to make it through it, and other days it feels a little bit more bearable.

The thing about healing is that it keeps growing the more time passes, and the thing about time is that it keep passes.

I don’t need a doctor or a shaman to tell me how I feel, Only I have the power to heal. I can mend my wounds into scars as a reminder of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come.