Sometimes, the kindest thing to do is allow someone to complain.

Accept the lack of perfection.

Say “yes, me, too.”

Growth happens even under the weight of survival.

Our scars become armor, our hearts become bloom.

Eventually, the mountain will melt from your shoulders.

You will find your way to the sun.


Your strength never came from your flower,

but from roots that refuse to stay dormant.


Your struggle will always eclipse your surrender.






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  • d smith kaich jones March 18, 2015 at 10:51 am

    oh my god. yes. calluses form to help us. scars ARE armor. and thank you. you know what for.

  • Angie March 18, 2015 at 5:39 pm

    I would love to know how you know me and my life so well….I love your blog

  • Amy March 19, 2015 at 8:33 pm

    This is so beautiful, so profound. And I need to hear it so much, because I have been dormant for so long. Thank you.
    P.S. I would love to quote this in one of my novels someday.

  • Maery Rose March 21, 2015 at 8:49 am

    Seeking inspiration this morning and here it is…



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