English Heartlines

Healing isn't forgetting;

it's remembering without the ache.

Be gentle with yourself;

you are still growing roots in the dark.

Some days, getting out of bed

is the bravest poem I write.

The moon doesn't compete with the sun;

it simply waits for its turn to glow.

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,