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I’m holding onto you, like a cloud holds rain. Knowing at some point I must let go. But waiting for the perfect storm, that will make it so much easier.

Teraza Faulkner

We choose our gardens based on what will bloom, and we wait out the seasons, until they do. And sometimes, love needs patience too.
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Choice Garden Love Ourselves Patience Season Time
I am not scared of what I may find within the darkness of this forest line. But I do fear what the wild may find in me. I do fear that kind of vulnerability.
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Darkness Forest Kind Scare Vulnerability Wild
If truth be known it is not all about rainbows sometimes eyes of melancholic skies still shine they still find light and color despite the sky.
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Color Eyes Light Rainbow Shine Sky Time Truth
We are much like the nights sky, the big things draw our attention. But its the little things that really light us up.
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Attention Light Night Ourselves
I’ve painted stars around tears that I’ve cried. And now my pain is a galaxy and every star has a name and every name feels like pain and you’re every star.
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Cry Feeling Myself Name Pain Paint Star Tears
Sometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.
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Lion Myself Run Silence Time
A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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Flower Growth Myself Plant
I’m holding happiness as though it never left it was always below my skin. Waiting to be seen waiting for the opportunity to breathe again.
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Breathe Happiness Hold Myself Opportunity See Skin
I’ve been that children, learning to walk. Somedays I’ve fallen, and some days I’ve crawled. But the steps, they grew. And so did my strength. And then I let go of your hand.
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Children Hands Learning Let Go Strength Walk Yourself
Pain made me grow in the most unexpected places. And now I know what it feels like to be a wildflower.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Expectation Flower Growth Pain Place Wild
Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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Hands Sex Touch
It was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
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Intense Past Rain Relationship Sex Story
The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
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Branch Myself Tree
I stand before mother natures pleasures as she is a playground for my soul. But you will always be the only playground that I call home.
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Home Mom Myself Nature Stand
Maybe all these tears are leading me somewhere. Because when the sun meets rain, something beautiful emerges. And perhaps I am a rainbow in the making.
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Leadership Myself Rainbow Sun Tears
I am caught between the meadow and the sky knowing I can walk long distances, but believing there’s something greater than where my feet can take me.
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Believe Distance Greatness Myself Sky Walk

I’m holding onto you, like a cloud holds rain. Knowing at some point I must let go. But waiting for the perfect storm, that will make it so much easier.

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