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.
STEPHANIE BRIARWhen you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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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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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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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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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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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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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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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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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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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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