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We Made It
We knew it wouldnāt be easy, didnāt we? Nothing ever is.Ā But we knew the pain was a sharp edge, digging into us deep, and now, looking back doesnāt seem so bad. Because we did the healing, went straight into it with fists clinched, eyes wide open, and some of us were kicking and screaming. But we didnāt give up.Ā So we stand here now, hearts whole, hands filled with peace, scars that tell a storyā¦
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This Is For You
If youāre having one of those days, sitting in that place again, where you feel worthless, insignificant and small, this is for you. I see you. Iāve been in that place many times before. I know itās not an easy door to walk through and I know thereās rarely any visitors. But I see you, and I wish you could see yourself in the same light, larger than life, shining in your dark, bright enough toā¦
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Comeback
Letās talk about your comeback. All the times you fell and got back up. Letās talk about the lessons. All the hurt you turned into healing.Ā Ā Letās talk about the version of you that you havenāt met yet, and all the versions of you that helped you get to where you are now.Ā Ā Letās talk about your survival, all the things that were sent to break you, and you barely even flinched. Letās talk aboutā¦
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Beautiful Girl
Beautiful girl, when you are finished falling, after you hit rock bottom and watch yourself come apart into a million pieces, no one is staying to help you collect yourself, no one is sticking around to pick through your pieces to decide which parts of you are worth keeping. Thatās for you to decide. So stay down for as long as you need to. This is the most important part. Take your time. Payā¦
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Lesson to Myself
I am not for everyone, maybe not for anyone at all and I am slowly learning to be okay with that.
Taking the lesson that every wrong look isnāt a death sentence plunging a knife into my heart. Learning not to see the color of someoneās eyes as a judgment that translates rejection.
Those shades always did kill me. I try to wrap my mind around the attitude that doesnāt care and thatās an easy thingā¦
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Lesson in the Stars
Itās okay to sit with the pain
for as long as you need to.
Sometimes we have to get
on our knees, carve out every
ounce of pain from old wounds
until it hurts us again and again
and only then when we soak up
the reason from fresh blood
do we understand exactly
what the lesson was for.
And understand, that sometimes
it was simply for you to see yourself
in the dark, so you can recognize
a newā¦
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Blue or Gray
The Sky was always blue or gray, sun shining or storm brewing, never anything in between. At least not for me.
The birds were either singing or they werenāt.
I always did have trouble with the middle, I always did have trouble with the almost, the not yet, the half way, the not today. I only see the now or never, the all the way in or count me out. It feels like everything Iāve ever known rootsā¦
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When the Sky Fell
I guess this is part of saving myself. I tell myself the distance helps, but itās a knife straight through the center of my heart. We both stand back, look on from afar, like strangers tend to do sometimes. Baby steps in this lesson of losing and letting go. I donāt always know and as much as I try to do it with grace, I am aware itās anything but pretty. Is it supposed to be? I donāt think so.ā¦
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Mourning Empty Graves
I want to be a clean slate, wiped blank from all that affects me, uncracked from all that reaches into my bones deep enough to hurt forever. The pain that touches me, shouldnāt even graze my skin, but it plants itself inside, grows old wounds until they spread new. I hate the way it never stops splitting me open, the way I root myself so permanent into moments that should be nothing more than aā¦
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Through Dirty Windows
She was the girl who had it all and some would say she still does, but itās hard to see when youāre looking in from the outside, through windows she stopped washing years ago. The dirt settles across the glass like art no one sees the beauty in and every once in a while she spits into the cracks, spills profanities like compliments, and says, āyou deserve a canvas as broken as you have alwaysā¦
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Give Me Broken Roads
I donāt want a journey thatās smooth sailing, unfailing, a straight path that never crosses over into crooked lines or hard times. No. Give me the broken roads, paved with lessons only found in the pain of falling through the cracks to rock bottom. Let the sharp of every edge touch me hard enough to leave a mark, let every mark teach me how to bend every edge smooth, until it crumbles into stonesā¦
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Hold the Sky
Show me the beauty still left in these pieces, show me the proof that I have a purpose here. Hold the sky a little longer, while I stand under it, searching for my name that I swore was written there once. I canāt find it now. Perhaps the last storm that blew through grabbed my name, took it into the night, tried to pocket my thunder, used my light to show the stars how to shine. Or maybe itāsā¦
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More Than I Can Carry
When does it stop hurting? I ask myself that a lot and maybe it never really stops completely. I think we all have something that hurts, no matter how much time has passed, itās a fresh wound, still tender and gaping open with reminders of that time that seems like yesterday or right now. The more we try not to think about it, the more it bleeds, takes us to our knees, and here I am, doubledā¦
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Take This Map
You remind me of myself several years ago. An untarnished version of me, so innocent, before the world took me by the throat and tried to bleed the good out. I look in your eyes and see the softest parts of me, before I had to gather all the stones thrown and fill the cracks, before I learned to stop walking on eggshells and pick them up and throw them instead. You remind me of myself with yourā¦
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When You Get Here
Call My Name
Call my name
when you see something beautiful,
like a sky with a song
or a storm that follows you home.
Call my name
when the words drop,
when the music stops,
when the meaning
of the song
grabs hold of your soul,
and feeds you your heart.
Call my name
when the sun rises,
when you canāt stop looking,
when the view is worth
a picture
and the picture has
a thousand words
to write home about.
Callā¦
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I Miss Me
I really miss you, in case you didnāt know. I miss the way you used to smile, like nothing bad could ever touch you, the way I could see the passion reach out from your heart, through your eyes and just take hold of the world like every day had a new sky you were seeing for the first time. I miss the way you were the life of the party, always making everyone laugh, and how your spirit was aā¦
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