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.

On seeking inner healing.

peace

in my bones.

this is

my gift

to you.

—on seeking inner healing.

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.

On turning the pain of loss, into healing.

loss,

has carved

pain

into

my bones.

but,

it filled

my mouth

with

songbirds.

—On turning the pain of loss, into healing.

Break the chains.

every woman

who heals

herself,

heals her

children’s

children.

—Break the chains.

Walk a mile.

I was going to

tell

you

how to walk

this road,

but then I found

that

your shoes

didn’t fit

me.

—Walk a mile.

Raw.

With every

word

that I write,

I remove

another

layer of skin.

One day,

I shall

find myself

again.

—Raw.