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Give Yourself Grace

How can we set ourselves free? I had a conversation with a friend recently who asked me this question. At first I thought, how can I even answer this when I’m not truly free myself? The question I needed to first ask myself was, what is it that holds me back? ⁣ ⁣ The answer…

Fetching Seeds

If you ask me about being strong, or resilient, or brave, I’ll tell you about unfolding edges and rebuilding from a million little pieces despite the wreck that remains; and digging the dirt to bedrock to fracture and shatter, splinter and break. I’ll tell you about going downward and inward, and meeting with sorrow and…

I Wait

I go up to the attic and light some candles. I put on Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here try to summon your ghost but you don’t come. I wait for you in the frigid room of this vacant house where windows rumble with rattleboned hope. At midnight calm when day is undone I talk…

September Nights

I miss those September nights. Being soft, floating between your smile and the things I can’t explain, like how some things end before they ever begin, or how something so beautiful can be so destructive. I’ve looked love straight in the eyes, the sweetest heartache, dressed in white. I’ve rearranged my brain just to wrap…

Ghost Story

I thought I saw you out of the corner of my eye, but it was just your ghost playing tricks on my mind. Your ghost lives in my peripheral vision. It whispers in my ear, I’m still here. It speaks to me through muffled voices in crowded places, in and around the everyday shuffling. It…

Bloom

I poured myself into the earth; only the flowers would know my pain. And I thought, I might drown, I might die a thousand deaths, before I would ever bloom again. But bloom I did, again and again.

I Am Extraordinary

I am extraordinary. I am a wreck and a masterpiece, in equal parts. I am a warrior, I will get through no matter what it takes. It won’t be easy, but I am determined and unstoppable. I will overcome and rebuild. I will bloom from the decay, and I will thrive. I will burn, break,…

Dismantled

There was something in the way she dismantled herself—the way she pulled fire from the sun and burned; the way she lay face down in the rubble, breathing in ash and despair; the way she tasted the destruction before she carved herself anew from the black sky. This is an excerpt from a piece I’ve…

Wake The Spirits

Won’t you meet me in the after where I remain and you are gone? Where there are no angels, devils or ghosts, but an empty house— won’t you come? Won’t you meet me in the void where my heart betrays me and hope survives? Where the earth is frozen and the sky is white— won’t…

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