Beauty from ashes.

so,

your heart is broken,

and

pain has

leached the sunlight

from your bones.

tell me,

what will you do

with this extraordinary gift?

—beauty from ashes.

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.

When relationships no longer nurture.

you cannot

force

someone

to feast at

your table.

— let them go.

I have become so desirous of quality relationships.

Of celebrating and being celebrated.

Of being seen, and heard—not just tolerated.

Not just being in someone’s life—online, or real life—just because of a tenuous connection.

There is a time for everything—including walking away from relationships that no longer show life, or nurturing.

This is my heart right now.

On seeking inner healing.

peace

in my bones.

this is

my gift

to you.

—on seeking inner healing.

What we all need.

And isn’t this what every, single heart needs to know—needs to hear?

That we are wanted?

That we matter *so much* that if we were not here, there would be a gaping hole in the universe.

Tell the ones that you hold in your heart, that they are wanted.

Tell them over, and over, so that they will never forget.

And know this one thing—you are too.

would you tell

me,

just one more time,

that

i am wanted.

—what we all need.

sometimes,

the things i once

believed

as

truth,

climb

up my throat,

and

crawl from my mouth.

unbidden.

and i have to

strangle

them,

in shame,

before they

find

a home to live.

outside.

—challenging my beliefs.

Why I write.

i sing

my song

of hope

to the world.

a sweet

lullaby

for

the broken ones.

shhhh.

listen.

your healing

is coming.

—why i write.