“I am made of flowers, the kind that always grow back even after the frost.”

Sunflowers adapt to let the light reach them and I’m learning to do the same.

I want to be like the wild; Never afraid to grow.

Always be kind. After all most hearts are home to some kind of pain.

And maybe my arms have grown too tired to hold this but my eyes will never stop searching for miracles.

They tell you to be grateful for what you have. But you are also allowed to be sad for what you have lost.

I remind myself that I am capable of growing flowers from rain and building mountains from dirt.

I have cried with the rain. Now I will grow with the forest.

You cannot hope to heal when you are stuck some where between needing to get over them and still wishing for them to come back.

It hurts to let go but it heals to be free.

They expect me to feel like spring but my heart is full of April showers.

My heart roams in the wild. A place where there is always room to grow.

I think I will always be half a breath between the hurting and the healing.

I have become a ghost, Letting myself be haunted by everything I once was and everything I could’ve been.

Let autumn be proof that change is a beautiful thing even tho it can be hard to see at first.

No matter how many storms pass through it, this heart is still a gentle thing.

I am always forgiving too easily as if I have forgotten the way it hurts.

If a home is where the heart is, I guess my home left with you. Please remember to water the flowers.

The moon felt brighter, I smelt flowers as if they bloomed in winter and felt the sun bless my skin in darkness. My mind was healing and i could feel again.

Flowers grew where her feet followed and trees bowed above her head, but in her garden there were secrets beneath that soil, she could not forget.

Earth is a place where we learn to fly in human form. We all gather here in the miraculous place where a tiny seed grows a flower with its own smell or a tree that casts shade onto the land of people.

Your smile is watching a flower bloom in love. Shy at first, then your brightness unfolds and you magically decorate the world with your flashy hues.

Just remember; flowers would adorn your head with elegance one day.

Flowers only wither to bloom again. So shall you break, only to be whole again.

Even the flowers are jealous of the curves of her body.