Nothing permanent grows from comfort.
W. SCOTTNothing permanent grows from comfort.
W. SCOTTMost days, I am the rain. – And that’s okay.
W. SCOTTSome days each breath just lie stuck in your chest, you know?
W. SCOTTYes, there are wounds but we are not conquered.
W. SCOTTBut what have we learnt without the chaos?
W. SCOTTForgiveness – nectar for the soul. A heartbeat.
W. SCOTTHonesty, love never stopped looking for you.
W. SCOTTBut I must admit. I am desperate for hope.
W. SCOTTThere are blessings weaved within every inch of the pain.
W. SCOTTBut these downpours, they can all be a type of cleaning.
W. SCOTTYou and that love you carry. Like fresh rivers. Like new poetry.
W. SCOTTDon’t be afraid to feel everything.
W. SCOTTWhen you hold my hand and it feels like a fresh dream.
W. SCOTTWe will remain inextinguishable.
W. SCOTTEven in the rain, I am learning how to find miracles.
W. SCOTTEven the rain could be the answer to your prayers.
W. SCOTT