Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
STEPHANIE BRIARStanding in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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