This
tender
heart of
mine.
I fight a war,
every
single
day,
to keep it
soft.
— Guard your heart. Fight a war over it if you must, but keep it soft.
Tag: Seek the Joy
When war breaks out (I bleed flowers).
My heart
splinters
under the weight
of these
memories.
Relentless in their
immortality;
demanding space
within my head.
Behind my eyes.
Insisting on life.
And still,
despite this war,
I choose to
bleed
flowers
instead of pain.
It is a quiet
rebellion.
—When war breaks out (I bleed flowers)
(I look for) Beauty in the midst of.
If I should
die,
before
I had hoped
to.
Remember
me
as one who
listened
for the nightingale’s
song
in the darkness.
— (I look for) Beauty in the midst of.
Learning to live unafraid.
To live, unafraid.
Surrendered.
My heart at peace.
My future,
yielded.
Just breathing in
this exquisite
gift
of now.
— Learning to live unafraid.
The last few weeks have brought me personal reason to step back — quiet myself within and listen.
Listen for that still voice showing me (once again) what really matters. And how I need to fight — really hard, for these things, because they don’t come to us easily.
Living unafraid is not our natural state, is it?
Anxiety and fear about things beyond my control — important life-and-death things, are threatening to rob me of so much.
I am surrendering.
Learning to live unafraid.
It’s big, and bold, and unreasonably brave.
The fragrance of peace.
I,
am filled
with
silence
and
flowers.
It is
a fragrant
peace.
—The fragrance of peace.
On healing (from the past).
I am
seeking
out
all the
places
where
my voice
was
stolen.
Leaving
poems
filled with
flowers,
in exchange.
— On healing (from the past).
On mourning (that which was never given).
You
are allowed
to
mourn
all that you did not
receive.
As a child.
As an adult.
But,
do not
dwell
there
permanently.
Grief,
is both
a gift
and
a jailer.
