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

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.

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.

Nature has become a part of me when I am lifeless, I go to her – she is life.

I am breathing in light when light is present. I am choosing to let joy in.

I am giving the present the opportunity to hold just as much joy as the past.

Through the haze, I am journeying. To the light, I am clinging.

I am welcoming a new phase of life with confidence in my potential to progress in spite of my fears.

I am more stretch marks than the skin, more growth than shame.

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

Broken vases may still carry beautiful flowers.

Theres no shame in needing softness if your heart speaks in flowers.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.

I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.

And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.

I have decorated your absence with every flower you hate. I end up hating em all.

Hearts watered with love grow into flowers.