“Though I crave roots grown deep, the truth is I’m something of a wanderer.”

I am choosing to create space in my mind for peace.

I am no longer looking to others to show me my worth.

And as the sun smiles to bless this new day, I inhale life, and journey on.

I am learning to hold to hopeful light.

I am making space for each emotion I need to feel.

I am enough for me.

I must learn to separate my bad days from who I am – we are not the same.

Embrace your own reality.

And as the rain fell and the birds kept singing, I realized that freedom is a choice.

Though thunder clouds hover tight like a cage, the sun never stops rising on the ones who chase healing.

Wildflowers need water, so I too must not chase away the rain.

Drowning in grey days rising up into blue, I will choose to love myself in all colors.

Some days I am okay, and some days I am not but always, I am worth every struggle.

A note to all that yearns within me: every breath is a possibility.

And although the strands of your soul feel weary today, your worth remains the same – you are graceful amidst pain.

Wherever you are let life find you.

Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?

Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?

Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?

The eyes of my eyes are opened.

The eyes of my eyes are opened.

I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.

The eyes of my eyes are opened.

I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.