“In the morning she’s my sunshine and at night she’s my star.”

He never deserved her and the empty pillow where her head used to rest tells him that every night.

It was when she left him did she then become herself.

To the girl who thought he was real love, he didn’t love you he just loved the way you made him look.

You pull me from my roots and dry me out but with these tears, I bloom again.

With you, I’ve found my permanent home.

Now if only at my worst had I known I was about to be at my best.

And darling, you’re safe here where these walls only want to watch you grow.

Your love is sirens loud and coming to save me.

That night I fought and I fought but your hold was stronger yet I knew even your hands could not hurt me more than your love has.

Your love is not just a feeling but a knowing.

And so she left, whereas then, she realized that just because she was planted here, does not mean here is where she has to grow.

Darling remember we are all the same with different coverings.

They wished you a home full of hurt but you deserve a home full of healing.

To the girl I used to be I appreciate you for a seed won’t bloom without its soil.

She pulled the thorn from her side and turned it into a rose.

Though I sleep with nightmares of the one who hurt me I wake up with the one who heals me.

One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas I’ll never know.

This is a new day of freedom, a new day of wholeness, a new day of increase.

Smile, breathe and go slowly.

The greatest of all miracles is to be alive.

Your kisses lift me higher like the sweet song of a choir. You light my morning sky, with burning love.

Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.

From the age of three, I played every day-morning, afternoon and night.

I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.