Wednesday, February 14, 2018

When a loved one dies, there are wounds that open on the surface of this earth. The ground shifts and quakes; splitting ties, breaking lines, leaving words never expressed to become burdens only the heart can speak. Whispers of unfulfilled promises, hugs never embraced, rage never uttered… These are the ashes of our wake.

Monday, February 5, 2018

"Who are you? What are you going to put up with? How many times must you be woken? How many threads must snap under the pressure?"

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

No more looking back.

I have battled blockage after blockage. I have broken myself down to learn how to drag myself up. I have seen and held space for the burdens of others, all the while carrying my own, silently.

But, my silence is no longer needed.
Golden is the flame that burns inside of the darkest parts of us all,
and it screams to be heard.

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