How beautiful you bloom
when you nurture your roots

When they ask you why you love the rain, the ocean, the river, tell them it is because unlike the people who should  have  loved  you better, the water was never  afraid to touch  you; even when you were at your most damaged and broken.

There is something beautiful and revitalizing about October. When the leaves fall the world is surrendering. Letting go of the pieces and parts that can no longer serve in a positive way. Trees hold strong to their core and survive the storms; but every good tree knows that as time goes by, the leaves will come back and we all get to start again.

You have been told
that you love  too  much,
too  many  times
and it should have taught you
that the way people  receive  love
is their problem  not  yours.
It is not that you need to love in moderation.
It is that they  need to learn
how to receive  love  more  graciously.

The people
who consider you weak
have not yet noticed
the wolf  hiding
behind  your eyes,
nor the flames
inside your soul.

Let them think
you are weak
and do what
wolves and fire
do best.

Surprise them
when they least expect it.

She wears all black
just like her soul
yet her heart is made of gold.