“My feet are not rooted in the ground I am able to leave the familiar places I have known I am strong enough to grow.”

Darling, let go I promise you will never want to carry that pain again.

Her name is foreign on my tongue, I repeat it over and over and over in my head hoping one day it will sound familiar.

I was searching for relief in places I would never find peace.

She bloomed from the depths of darkness through the cracks she was brought to life by the sun.

I am ready to love the pieces that are weighing me down.

We were playing hide and seek with our shadows simply pretending to grasp for love we could not find in ourselves.

My mind is entangled in the thought of you.

She wanted someone that could swim to the depths of her ocean and not drown in the intensity of her soul.

I feel at home in places I’ve never been.

I am trying to find a way through this dark forest.

An endless fire burns within me whispers in my ear and encourages me to grow past what I can see.

My insecurities gave you too much power over me/ you were the catalyst to my healing/ but you are not the healer/ I am.

When will the leaves begin to change in this body of mine?

Be your love and watch the world change.

And she rose exactly when she was ready to spread her wild wings and release the fire hidden deep in her soul.

My roots tell secrets my mind will never know but my soul remembers and that is more than enough.

Just cause you live in the ghetto doesn’t mean you can’t grow.

One does not fall “in” or “out” of love. One grows in love.

A life of love is one of continual growth, where the doors and windows of experience are always open to the wonder and magic that life offers. To love is to risk living fully.

God uses our potential to unlock our purpose! Go out there today and maximize your potential and watch fulfillment in your heart start to grow.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.

Serving with love and tenderness those who are in need helps us to grow in humanity.

Stop playing games. A growing relationship can only be nurtured by genuineness.

Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter’s frost and chill, summer’s warmth is in them still.