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

Wild one, be still and listen your soul will whisper to you even in the darkest of moments.

I began digging up the old roots planted deep in my mind to release the weight and become free again.

Feeling, the strength of the roots beneath my body I stand here planted in the soil of all that came before me and all that will follow.

There is peace in knowing love is always within her moving through her gracefully she doesn’t need anyone’s permission to create, to grow, to simply just be.

I am the leaves that blow in the wind untethered and free.

I was drawn to him completely, addicted his eyes pulled me into the shadows hidden away and all at once his pain became my own.

The parts she had buried away were never lost just patiently waiting to be unearthed.

Wild, natured being never forget how powerful you truly are.

I do not feel ready to plant my roots on this earth without first drinking the water from the rivers of the world.

Darling, look how far you’ve come do you truly believe you are unable to rise from the ashes and grow new wings.

Those places will never be the same they are forever intertwined with the thought of you.

I stayed with him hoping to discover a remedy to my pain.

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.

The sky is on fire I am, too cigarette burns on my faded tattoo.

We burn incandescent memories lungs aching with washed-out oxygen as if we weren’t to meet again.

His love set her on fire and she loved the way it burned.

Dry throat on the days I’d rather just watch the candle burn.

The lava that erupts from the volcanoes has been reoccurring for far too long and even tho I’ve been warned that my lava can burn others I can’t help but erupt at the possibility that someone will want to burn for me.

Don’t be a match to someone else’s candle because, in the end, you’ll both burn out.

Her eyes sparkled with diamonds of hope and burned with fires of raw passion.

If he was the flame then I was the moth and I would burn with a smile on my face.