She sat down on her windowsill and looked up at the night sky. The stars shined. The moon was full and bright. She asked the planets to align, to show her a sign. She begged for guidance. Patience. Some kind … Continue reading
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We are ALL Beautiful
We all have rolls when we bend down.
Dear God, I need advice. Can you send me a sign? I need you to put me back on track. Can you do that? Because you answered everything I prayed for; And yet, here I am still wanting more. I … Continue reading
A Broken Girls Prayer
I don’t know your name, your age, your race or the dimensions of your face.
I’m not sure whether you’re a man, a woman, the wind or energy.
I don’t know if you run as deep as the sea or if you’re as small as a seed.
I’m not sure where you are but I feel you within me.
Because every time the wind blows I feel you caress me.
At night when I feel alone,
I look up at the moon and see light shimmer and I know it’s you.
And sometimes, I can even hear you in my head.
And that’s when I know, God is everything.
Who we are.
Sometimes, I look around this world and see so much beauty that I am overwhelmed. It is shocking and alarming and then peaceful once you know the truth. You entered this realm with nothing to learn but only to remember what you already know. We all did. We are all souls living a human experience. Continue reading
I am Enough.
Can you love me?
Can you make me feel beautiful?
Can you hold me?
Can you cuddle with me?
Can you make me feel worthy, special, wanted and loved?
I want to fall in love.
I want to love & be loved.
blah, blah, blah…
These Inner Voices of Mine
Inner voices tell me to live in fear
To cover my body
That I should do a boob job
I’ll never be thin enough
I’ll never be pretty enough
If you could see into me
If there was a window into me,
you would see the tracks of my tears,
the tears in my soul,
the cracks in my heart.
I am… Love.
I am the longing in the distance between us.
I am the hands, which wipe away your tears.
I am the trust in our friendship.
I am the butterflies in your stomach on a first date.
I am the puckering of the first kiss, on your door step at the end of the night.