Heal your mother wound
Be bold, blossom and bloom
Get over your own scorn
Transcend and mourn
Revive and be more
Heal your father scars
So they don’t become prison bars
It’s easy to blame
But much more fulfilling to aim
For a better version
Of what you should actually believe
The life you are entitled to live
Moments are not lifetimes
Lifetimes are not moments
Your pile of moments
Creates a lifetime
You are a prisoner of a lifetime
Not realizing your freedom
Is in every moment
you get to breath
Run
Walk
Crawl
Fly
Sometimes roll
Sometimes no movement at all
This non linear life we live
Human experiences
You can stress
Or you can bless
Either way life happens
Don’t miss your blessings
Because you are too busy stressing
Life goes on
Bad Days or Good Days
If you learn the lesson
Embrace the blessings
Make the most out of any situation
Bad Days
Become good days
Sometimes the best days
We all deserve abundant love
Not the kind that binds you
The type that blinds you
Leaving emptiness and crumbs
We deserve the kind of love
That takes your breath away and breathes
The kind that gives you butterflies
The love that makes you feel seen
Love that understands and feels with you
Intoxicated not confused
Appreciated not abused
They say love hurts
but I don’t believe that is true
Crumbs Hurt
Abundant Love Heals and Grows
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