A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

None of us are pretty, but our ugly has an alibi.

We're boxed in and labeled before we're ever able to speak who we believe we are or who we dream we'll become.

Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.

Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

You panic button collector. You clock of beautiful ticks. You run out the door if you need to. You flock to the front row of your own class. You feather everything until you know you can always, always shake like a leaf on my family tree and know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay. Everything you feel is okay.