The Art of Words

She sees her in shades of rose gold. He thinks she glows in daffodil. She has always resonated with greens. Bold shades of jade. Whispers of seafoam. The color of her aura Meeting people before she even speaks. A calling card. A feeling. A warmth she leaves behind. An impression left forever. Different to each who meet her. Different because of what they need. Each layer of her rainbow revealing itself. Never being held in one form. Her presence is a mood ring. A light show A mirror to their own souls.

With every day, every lesson and every victory she proudly sauntered down the path of truth, the path to herself, her purpose.

You’ll never own her. You’ll never change her. She is magic. She is madness. She is peace, hope and joy. She is a storm and the sunshine. She is free as the wind. She is the waves of the ocean. She is a wild thing. Do not tame her. Love her as she is. Create a safe space for her to land. A place for her to be as she is. She’ll be drawn to you like the moon Gently calling her to shore.

We all get lost in the outside voices of what we should want and who we should be. Reset to that moment when all you knew was how to breathe. Focus on that breath and clear out every voice that isn’t you. Go be the you that lives in your own heart and mind.

She was forged of fire She does not fear She has the power to sustain life The power to burn everything to the ground She does not fear the flames She does not fear ice castles

It was never you It was about the dream About the hope About what you could have been What we could have been

It was the way he smiled at her An invitation A silent joke An answered prayer He was her melody

So learn to love without expectation. Love is still love when not returned. Be proud that you tried. Many are stuck in the known. And most of all, sweet girl, Forgive. Forgive them. Forgive the universe. Forgive yourself. Then watch your love shine through.

When everything is said and done. When she lays her head down at night. When she sits to think. She is grateful. Grateful for another day. Grateful for the friendships. The helping hands. The circle of love protecting her. Grateful for the tears. The lessons. The things that had gone away. Grateful for her strength. Her love. Resilience. Grace.

She wants to build that faith back. She wants to be fearless. He may have broken part of her, but she has survived every day since. She has rebuilt. She is still growing. She still has the light. She will shine again.

She’s scared of hurting them She doesn’t want to be the bad guy How does she walk away When at moments they were so kind The tears had become overwhelming The fear of setting them off The boundaries were just blurred lines Her sanctuary lost She finally got the courage She looked them in the eye This isn’t working out for me Then she turned and said goodbye

We cannot force other people to change, but we can create change within ourselves. We can work each day toward improving our human decency, kindness and tenderness towards the world. Perhaps changing ourselves for the better will inspire others to do the same. You never know the impact your actions will have on someone else.

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In an instant, time flies back to when it was simple. When we were young. When nothing really mattered all that much. Then you bring me back to when times were dark. When I was scared. When I didn't think I'd make it. With a whisper of your soul to mine you then remind me, I never lost my light. I have the heart of a fighter and a soul of a healer. You remind me "I am resilience" and "I am love" You always bring me back. Back to center. Back to me.

I don't miss you. I need to start with that. I don't.  I don't miss you. I don't miss the job. I don't miss the friendship. But there are days... Days when nostalgia takes over for a feeling. Days when lack of knowing what the future holds, has me clinging to the past. Days when I miss the comfort. Days when I miss the security. Days I miss having something. But I don't miss you. I don't miss it. I don't miss the pain. I don't miss the fear. The insecurity. I hold these moments and remember. I let the past wash over me. And then I let it go, again. Because I've learned. I've learned that no matter what. ​I don't want to miss me again.