Guard your heart.

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.

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.