A lot of people are about to step into their truth. Keep an open mind as those around you evolve and shift. Make space for the new them and the new you. Free of judgment. Allow them to outgrow the limitations others have set upon them and SEE how miraculously things will shift and change.

Let yourself rest. 💗💗💗

Be All That You Are And More. 💗

When you wake up, ask yourself: What do I want to create today? Then take the next aligned step toward that vision. #poetry #create

You are so valuable— beyond the comprehension of the mind right now. And you are so loved. Put down the weights and sweet dreams. 😴💗 #healing #sleep #poetry

You’re allowed to feel everything. You’re allowed to take your time. You’re allowed to be present, even when no one else is. 💗 #healing #poetry #trauma

Real winning isn’t about winning the argument— it’s choosing your peace. #poetry

Your authenticity will trigger the fuck out of somebody who’s not ready to face themselves.

A shattering moment, breaking the stage, the script undone, the lines erased. I stand before an empty space, Seeing the actor beneath the play. — No encore, no second take, just silence where we used to be. Yet still, I move forward—the music calls, I have to move on with this song. #poetry

I carry home within my heart, no walls to bind, no place apart. The sky, my ceiling—vast and free, the earth below, embracing me. — No map can tell me where I’ll land, but trust flows steady wherever I stand. For I am safe where my soul glows, and free to wander where the wind blows. #poetry

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You were never wrong for not knowing. Every time you hesitated, every time you ignored the alarm— it was all preparation. The foundation of your story, the building blocks of your becoming. #poetry

You were never meant to be small forever. The world told you to quiet down, to color inside the lines, to shrink your dreams into something reasonable. But your inner child still waits— #poetry blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...

Love your body— for all that it endures, all that it holds, all that it stores, for all that it has survived, and for how it has carried you through the deepest, darkest moments of your life. #poetry blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...

You are not just grieving them. You are grieving the parts of you that only existed in their presence. #Poetry

Pain isn’t asking to be erased— it’s asking to be met with love and presence. And when you stop brushing it aside and offer it kindness, it no longer has to scream to be heard. #Poetry 📖 Read the full poem + guided reflections for journaling here: blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-your-...

Love does not disappear. It does not slip into silence— it hums beneath the quiet, a steady rhythm in your chest, waiting to be acknowledged again. #Poetry #SelfLove #Healing 📖 Read the full poem + guided reflections for journaling here: blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/love-is-here

Why do I feel the need to explain? To prove I know even when it’s not needed. I get caught in the habit, explaining things that don’t require an explanation, as if to validate my thoughts, to make them real for others. #poetry Read the full poem here: blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/why-do-i-o...

We’ve grown afraid of honesty, worried that truth will be mistaken for harm, that speaking our hearts will be seen as unkind. But kindness—kindness is not niceness. #poetry #poem Read the full poem here: blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/unfiltered

As the World Changes, the Word Changes. As we step away, we grow even closer to the artwork we’ve created from within. It changes meaning over time, letting go of the pain, releasing the suffering we once wove into its lines. #poetry Read the full poem here: substack.com/home/post/p-...

Embers of Who We Were Some friendships are embers— warm in memory, but dead to the touch. You reach for them, but the past is all they see. A version of you that no longer fits, a ghost in their mind, frozen in time. #poetry Read the full poem here: blossomwithemmy.substack.com/p/embers-of-...

I can’t breathe. Even my sighs of relief are met with a roll of your eyes, your shadow suffocating my light. You call this family? It’s not. You call this love? It’s not. This is poison. This is harm disguised as normal. And I’m done falling prey to the illusion of normal. #poetry

Needing others is a primal song, etched into the marrow of our species. From the first cry of life, we are built on the shoulders of someone else’s hands. A meal shared. A wheel turned. Fuel in our tanks. Breath in our lungs. Love in our hearts. We add to the symphony of connection. 💗 #poetry

Just created this poem while hiding in a corner of a loud, hot club. 😂 Dissociation A cruel fate— The mind’s retreat, A fortress built To endure years Of abuse and neglect. Hiding from the world, Hoping to be seen— Unheard, Safe in silence, Ignoring the pain We were forced to endure. #poetry

A single poem, Told a thousand ways, Allowing each space on the page to breathe. It’s not just the words, It’s what they invoke: Chills running down your spine, Goosebumps filling your limbs, A golden glow filling your chest, A tear frozen in time As it rolls down your cheek. #poetry

I am creating art— A pulse from my heart, A breath from my lungs, An expansion from my soul, Shared with the world, Not for their approval, But because it is alive, And it has a voice. #poetry

Perhaps this is your moment— The breaking of a dam, Where everything hidden begins to flow. Perhaps your mind is racing, Words spilling over, Unraveling years of silence and unprocessed emotion. Perhaps you are exactly Who you were meant to be, And you’ve come home To yourself. At last. #poetry

What if we allowed ourselves to simply be? What if we let ourselves sleep in, guilt-free? What if we disappeared for a month, To focus on what we truly need? What if we put aside the daily tasks, And focused on us instead? What if we reconnected with nature— Letting her remind us of who we are.