#resilence
Healing,
True healing;
Not just surface wounds
But deep healing,
Takes place from the inside out —
When we continue to focus
On the road ahead,
The ground still to claim
And the visions to obtain
The victories often fade —
But, it is joyful to remember:
When I couldn't walk,
When I couldn't talk,
When I couldn't hear,
And with great fear
Believed that my sight would remain
Irrevocably damaged.
The ginormous battles that I’d fight,
The poems perculating, but didn’t write.
All my striving,
Robs my thriving —
So, today I stop,
Turn, look back
And remember,
The path trodden
And struggles and ordeals
overcame that I've forgotten!
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 3:27 PM UTC
Broken crayons do colour
They might have snapped me on the inside
But my ends
My ends still colour
Yes I may not tell the story like others do
But my story still matters
My story is quite unique
But we are all still made of the same wax
Some of us just have a lot to lose
Our lights are not as bright as others
We walk half empty,half full
We faced battles much earlier
We are much hollow
But my ends still do colour
You see I might be able to be repaired on the inside but I still do colour
I colour much more carefully not trying to smudge the edges
I colour much harder than you do
But I still colour
Beacause my ends still colour
I might be snapped in the middle
But broken crayons still colour
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
to those who are struggling out loud or in silence, this is for you.
whether you have a broken heart, life is falling apart, you might've failed art, or you're simply looking for a restart--carry on and don't allow yourself to fall apart.
azure skies scintillating above us all when our facades intertwine but nighttime is when the authentic sentiment starts to really shine. and it turns out, you're really not fine. you've been doing this dance of disguise for quite some time now like a second nature routine and falling in between, but you were never really seen. you feel like it'll never get better and **** i know exactly what you mean.
summer dream ripped at the seam, and now you're stifling a frustrated scream as you begin to once again rediscover your self-esteem. i'm here to tell you it's always been there; you just have to scrutinize otherwise this self-deprecation will really result in your demise.
foci laced with confusion as you wonder why you're enduring this circumstance, it's because you stand a fighting chance.
you are a person that struggle will never be able to define. you are so amazing and doing all that you can to overcome your troubles so just like those emotions--you can shine. maybe you aren't now, but you will be fine and i will be cheering you on from the frontline in every given timeline.
life may be hard for all of us, but you are never alone. the weight of life and stress that comes with it is no longer yours to bear. grab a chair so you can sit and stare while i take care of this nightmare since we have no ******* clue how it got there.
it takes a while to repair a wounded heart, so prepare for the long journey ahead and take care.
life is difficult, but none of us have to endure alone. remember to breathe, reach out to your loved ones, and let them take the burden off your shoulders so you can rest awhile.
love always,
katrina
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 1:49 PM UTC
& Suddenly there was a shift
her beauty lit up the room
She created more space for her gift
issuing an eviction notice to gloom
what she thought was dead
Had been surely ressurected
no matter how much or how little was said
You could find her unaffected
Her attention now directed
Centered & refocused
& they all felt it
Joy; where she was once hopeless
a light began to shine
A brave moment a midst a hearts strife
it was far beyond time
To become the love of her own life <3 xoxo
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
Worn thin
tree branches break.
But the roots grow ever still;
her heart wrapped in scars,
yet deep inside of her there remains love.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
A dusty path beneath my feet,
My worries fade with each step,
Leaving the past behind.
Green fields wave to hopeful songs,
As the horizon stretches open,
And a new day waits to greet me.
My worn boots carry a heavy heart,
Breaking the chains of yesterday.
As sunlight breaks through
the grey clouded by sadness sky,
And liberation calls with a soothing voice,
Promising a fresh beginning.
I feel wild grasses brush against me,
As shattered paths mend themselves.
Silence fills my distracted mind,
Distant trees rise in understanding,
And letting go becomes my strength,
As the future blooms like wildflowers.
The countryside embraces me,
As the healing winds of change blow,
Miles unwind like a silent threads,
Breaking free from what once was,
As each step forward builds courage,
Walking towards a new dawn.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 4:26 AM UTC
The road stretched long
after my feet learned their first uncertain truths.
Days blurred into pale horizons,
and nights pressed in
with a cold that felt less like weather
and more like the world
testing how badly I wanted to continue.
I walked through valleys
where the wind whispered
old accusations.
Past barren fields
where the earth seemed to judge
every step I took
with its quiet, unblinking patience.
There were crossroads
that offered comfort
only to withdraw it.
Doors that opened
just far enough
for me to see what warmth was,
before closing
as if to say,
“Not you. Not yet.”
Every place I tried
felt like a room built
for people who still had their armor
their shine,
their certainty,
their practiced ways of belonging.
My bare presence
made the air awkward.
Made the floors creak.
Made me feel like a traveler
who had forgotten the language
everyone else still spoke.
The cold tightened its grip.
My breath grew thin.
And in those long stretches of frost
I understood that the world
does not welcome the unarmored easily.
It demands endurance
before it offers shelter.
And then
through a gap in the trees
a glow.
A soft, steady light,
unlike the bright, defensive lanterns
of the other places.
This light felt like memory,
like recognition,
like something calling me
by a name I hadn’t earned
but somehow belonged to.
The building stood alone,
weathered and quiet,
with a kind of patience
that suggested it had waited
for everyone
who had ever arrived there.
A simple sign hung above the door:
Sinners Lodge
I stepped inside,
expecting the familiar hush
that sharp pause
that follows a stranger
into a guarded room.
But nothing stopped.
No one stared.
The warmth did not shrink away
from my unsteady presence.
A voice near the fire
—calm, unstartled—
said without looking up:
“You can let down your armor here.”
Even though I carried none,
my chest loosened
as if something I’d held too tightly
finally recognized
it could rest.
There were no tests here.
No rooms designed
to expose my flaws.
No cold edge of judgment
waiting behind the warmth.
Only a quiet truth:
this was not a place
for the perfect.
It was a refuge
for those who had walked far enough
to shed the illusions
that once carried them.
In the dim firelight,
I felt the weight of the journey settle
not on me,
but beside me
as if saying:
“You made it.
Not because you were flawless,
but because you kept walking.”
I let the warmth enter my hands,
slow and grounding,
and for the first time
in a long wander,
I felt sheltered
without having to earn it.
Unarmored
Unafraid
And finally awake.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 6:59 PM UTC
These battered wings still soar
Beneath clouds of gathered storms,
You, miraculous survivor,
Are teaching others how to fly.
In your bruised hands,
You hold fragments of others' hope
Like precious stones,
Polishing their troubles away.
How strange and beautiful,
That from your deepest wells of pain
Springs this endless fountain
Of so much kindness.
They'll never know
The weight of the hurt you've carried,
As you transform the darkness
Into a lamp for lost souls.
You are the paradox,
Broken and whole,
Scarred and healing,
Empty and overflowing.
Your gentle soul speaks
In the language of second chances,
Showing that there is hope
To every invisible heart.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 8:43 PM UTC