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.

Know the difference.

Lust,

is an incandescent

invertebrate;

a brief, consuming inferno

with no appetite

for hardship.

Love,

straightens her spine,

cups her hands around

the brokenness,

and stays.

—Know the difference.

Don’t give up.

Whatever you’re struggling with tonight—do NOT give up!
Just keep at it. Keep chipping away at your goal.
And, you will get there, and the victory will be that much sweeter for the struggle.

When you have changed.

And you will have to fight,

hard,

for them to hear you.

And though they might

have walked through

your life

as a friend does,

they will need proof

of this (new) change.

This metamorphosis unauthorised

by their hand.

And

it

will

hurt.

All change does.

But,

take heart.

You have grown,

roots have strengthened;

searching

for more to

nourish

this new hunger in your soul.

Leaves have withered,

in places,

yellowed,

and dying;

making room for more

growth,

that they will find

uncomfortable

to sit beneath.

At once, preferring the

sparseness

of

you,

before.

Not this new verdant

canopy that

obscures

their view

of

you,

now.

Your rawness

will

frighten them;

disturb

their sense of

right,

and,

you will be wrong.

And so,

fight,

if you must,

to prove

the worth of your

new birth;

but know

there are others,

many,  many

others,

and they will come

and linger in

your shade

and

there,

where others found nothing

of worth,

they

will find

shelter and rest.

—When you have changed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Break the chains.

every woman

who heals

herself,

heals her

children’s

children.

—Break the chains.

I do not fit into a box.

it took

me

a lifetime to realise

that it is perfectly

ok

to walk away from

the people

who would bruise

the soft roundness

of me,

with their

square boxes.

—I do not fit into a box.

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.