Sweep away the dead leaves,
Tear down
The brittle vines of misery,
Bring forth light
Into forgotten corners,
And let the fountain of your thoughts
Play its merry melody once more.

Restore and repair
All the broken panes of your
Hothouse imagination;
Fill it full of lush concepts
And juicy, bright ideas.

Tend to your mind’s garden daily;
Feed it with curiosity,
Water it with inspiration,
Warm it with love,
Then you will feel it
Grow and flourish
Forevermore.

you say you can't move your hips
the way that boys want you to
but no one brings me to my knees
the way that you do
when your lips erase and retrace
beautiful words on my skin
that I never thought were
meant for people like me

I am a caged butterfly
within a sea of wildflowers

It's strange,
Sublime and
Surprising
But
Since becoming me,
All the things I truly believed
I
Wasn't allowed to do
Wasn't allowed to feel
Wasn't allowed to be,
Are now the things
I
Proudly put on view
Pure and unconcealed
For all the world to see.

Look to the lighthouse
When you're lost and can't be found.
The light of hope and memories will soon see you aground.
Look to the lighthouse
When grief's a stormy sea.
It's light is love and kindness, patience and empathy.
The beacons flood out darkness, despair and cruelty.
Look to the lighthouse.
It's light shines ever more,
from those who've weathered stormy seas and finally found the shore.
Let the beacons lift you up and hold you as their own.
You're a mournful traveller but you are not alone.