When a friendship dies.

i stood before

you,

holding my fears in

cupped hands;

a petition

for mercy.

and still,

you would not cross

the naked divide

between me,

and

you.

and so i walked

away.

.

.

Your peace is worth more than losing yourself in order to repair a fractured relationship.

When you have scars from deep hurts and you expose them to another person in the hopes of receiving compassion, and they (still) walk all over your sacrifice; walk away dear friend.

Life is full of beautiful souls who will see your scars and honour them for the battles you have been through.

The sacred no.

No.

We are so afraid to say it.

We fear rejection, anger, disappointment, criticism and a host of negative responses, but what we should really fear is the slow erosion of self when we don’t honour our own boundaries.

No, is a sacred word.

Honour it.

Pour grace over yourself.

if the child

deep within

your skin

is weeping,

sit with her

in sorrow.

rub kindness into

her wounds.

sing love

over her fears.

this,

is how you will

both

heal.

—pour grace over yourself.

Honour yourself. Unlearn who you are not.

when you find

the ancient song

in your bones,

but you were only taught

to speak

in thunder.

you

must

unlearn

this.

sing,

or you will

slowly die,

every

day

of your life.

—honour yourself. be true to yourself. unlearn who you are not.