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

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.

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.

Love is not overrated – you are just tired of getting hurt.

Pain and suffering are a kind of currency passed from hand to hand until they reach someone who receives them but does not pass them on.

I lost my balance, making my body unstable and falling on top of my opponent. At that moment I hit my face against the player leaving a small bruise on my cheek and a strong pain in my teeth.

But what if we took it one step further and made an effort to actually transform our pain into something beautiful? What if we went full out and made an effort to transform other people’s pain into something beautiful?

I don’t want your polite lies, give me the painful truth.

Some of us are here to be the change-makers in our family system. We’re here to end generational trauma and start passing down love, instead of pain.

There are three classes of friendship and enmity, since men are so disposed to one another either by preference or by need or by pleasure and pain.

When you left, you set me free of pain. A pain I didn’t know I carried in me, until then.