Tears roll down your face
and I long to wipe them away.
To take your hand and tell you
everything will be ok.
But I can't.
Some things hurt harder.
Some people feel deeper.
And sometimes...
ok is just a dream.
But, through the tears, know this.
I see you; all of you.
Every single part of who you are.
And every broken, bleeding piece
is BEAUTIFUL!
Through the pain there is strength.
Through the tears will shine joy.
And, one day, ok will be
a dream come true.

The flames are burning all around.
Every dream, every hope burned to the ground.
Ashes.
The breeze turns to gusts
and around me the ashes continue to fall...
The biting of the memories forces tears from my eyes.
Gone.
It's all gone.
Who am I without this place?
I guess I'll find out...
Just one step. That's all it'll take.
One step.
Which way?
I look frantically around,
my head a mess of warring thoughts.
A flash of color in the grey.
The tears flow harder as I fall to my knees.
As they fall, the tears wash away the ash.
Beneath it, the splash of color blooms.
A flower.
The mark of new beginnings.
A sign of starting fresh.
The answer to my question, "Where do I begin?"
Simple.
We're starting over.

I step up to the edge, the breeze blowing my hair.
I close my eyes and I can see it.
My feet leave the ground as my wings catch the wind.
I’m flying.
But, when I open my eyes, I’m not soaring
and my feet are still on solid ground.
What if I fall?
I can’t risk it, that pain.
I look around and see others fearlessly facing the plunge,
but I remain frozen in place.
Scared.
All I can think is, “What if I fall? What if I fall?”
It’s then, in the midst of my frantic thoughts,
That I hear a still, small voice say,
“Yes, but what if you fly?”

A simple smile and my world shifts.
I never knew what love was until I found you.
One kiss and I’m disarmed.
I thought I knew passion, then I tasted you.
Who was I before you found me?
A broken piece in an unfinished puzzle…
Then, you completed me.
I loved myself, broken bits and all.
But, this me that I am with you?
It’s more than I ever could’ve hoped for.
More than I ever dared to dream.
You’re my fairy tale come to life.
My charming Prince, my shining Knight.
The love I never thought I’d find in this life...
I'm so happy that you're mine.

People call me crazy
because my nose is always in a book.
They tell me life is going to
pass me by if I don't stop to look.
But what if I'm not crazy
and the world I choose to see
is the world that this place
has always had the potential to be?