those of us who are learning to be ourselves
those of us who have love to share, but the parent/ spouse/ girlfriend/ boyfriend/ baby won’t come even though we are ready
those of us who are spent from sharing all our love with everyone else and need time to just be
those of us who are dealing with the ongoing stuff of abuse or addictions and want to feel okay
those of us whose past is not something to be proud of
those of us whose mind or body is challenged with brokenness
those of us searching for our place in this world
those of us who want to heal from what’s holding us back
those of us who have a secret (that would change everything) but are terrified to speak it out loud
those of us who work hard and receive no thanks
those of us who don’t work hard enough and need to keep trying
those of us who make mistakes
those of us who are braver than we think
those of us who keep on wading through the hard stuff
those of us who are learning to love every inch of who we are
This is for all of us who are living.
In the chaos of brambles and thorns, we are ever breathing and growing.
This is for all of us, for we are beautiful.