My friend is amazing. And smart. And beautiful. This blog: Right back at you, girl. xoxo

a-life-a-loft:

scrolling through pictures today.
many, many pictures of ladies mugging for the camera in front of their bedroom or bathroom mirrors.
not a single one celebrating their beauty.
tag lines are “i look weird” and “tried this, not sure about it” or some other self-deprecating comment.
listen, ladies:…

the writer’s block has been cracked. my first poem written in months. ah, the joy of creation. 

(inspired by one single line “Your eyes get a little clearer each time these moments pass you by.” and fueled by my life, my experiences, and all the lives and experiences of those who have shared their torment and achievements with me thus far.)

And in heartbreak comes clarity

         by Sarah Miller

And in heartbreak comes clarity

Weeping washes the naïve blindness from our eyes

Shed the roses, trail the skin, wipe away and begin again

Purging gasps and memories

Cleanses the soul and renews the mind

Scraping and clawing, scratching the walls of anguish

Peel dirty shells from nail beds for new growth

New hands to hold new hands

To plant something fresh

In untilled soil

And strain and struggle flexes our muscles

Tendon and flesh learn strength and resilience,

Living and thriving through pain

Persevering in darkness, bruises and blindness

Teach the soul to trust and walk calmly.

I am the learned student

Whose hands once old became anew

Whose mind melted then firmed

Whose heart imploded then reformed

Whose fought and died and been reborn

Alive

Alive

Alive

Still Alive

And still so ready for it all.