I owe to myself, to keep transforming. To take life’s moments, to let them fill me up. To not regret anything and take all the opportunities, even the ones that scare me. This is how I face my shadow, how I make light of the darkness. I reach out my hands, and touch everything.
Life is about finding your freedom, facing the pain and walking through it. Sometimes it’s okay to walk through the fire. Because sometimes it’s the only way home.
Life wants to know what you are made of. It already knows who you are and what you need. But it wants to know more of what you ache for.
Life wants you to know what is inside of you. It wants you to realise that their is nothing you can’t face. It already knows that you’re already the fire. Now it needs you to know this.
That’s why life makes you ache sometimes, it breaks you down until you feel like their is nothing left. But their is my dear, underneath all the layers you have wrapped around yourself is a wholeness so pure, so full of love and magic.
I lost my soul, in between the broken pieces of the past.
I got caught up in the drama of other people’s conflicts.
Then I found my fire again.
I learnt how to let it cradle me, hold me.
I learnt that I deserved so much more, that I was good enough, that I mattered.
I could and see the light trying to touch me, to show me that it was there, and that it never left.
I held onto it, as much as I could.
I had fought so much before, but life wanted me to fight even more. So I did, I fought as hard as I could.
Life needed me to realise that I already was the fire.
I was still holding on.
I wanted that impossible dream, to be saved. To be somewhat cleansed and renewed. Kind of like, back to the start, back to the magic.
I yearn for this fire, that is so inside of me, it even surrounds me.
But I’m still learning how.
How to walk through it, without getting burned.
Making it to the other side, unscathed, without any scars.
But that’s impossible right.
I have learnt allot about love, about people, about us.
Beautiful souls that I meet along my way, they are the ones that save me.
Sometimes you have to drink from your own madness, before you can set yourself free.
Things happen, things don’t happen. Just don’t get caught in between. Don’t close yourself, even if you’re afraid. You are safe and all is well.
Remember you are brave, so brave.
You are fire.
You are rain.
Nothing can pull you down except for yourself.
This will all test you, sometimes softly, but sometimes it may even tear you up inside.
You are strong.
You were made for this.
Your scent, lingering on.
Every single memory stored away,
in my special box of magic.
I will never forget that warm place. Your heart tucked next to mine.
I want our fires to burn together. But first it needs your flame.
Even through all the torrential rain,
I still know myself.
Even after every single layer has been stripped away from me,
yes even after that.
I can still feel my passion, my fire still burning strong.
My heart still full of so much love.
And even after I have been kicked to the ground, broken into tiny million pieces.
I’m still standing.
It feels strange, to be in this night. I don’t think I really belong here.
I’m on that road again, it’s been awhile. Just imagine been able to show what’s really inside. All that is so intimate & special because it has never been able to exsist before. The flame could never be lit long enough to keep burning through the night.