The strength you show is not in flight, It is in the gesture of choosing to put your flock of tiny birds under them instead.

She was a witty war bride with a sharp tongue, who always spoke her mind and had earned the right to do so.

There is a new quest for living, and being, and thriving, and meaning.

You've uncovered my weakness and unlatched the door. I'm exhaling butterflies.

My old soul feels peace as I stand tall gazing. I see you and you are beautiful.

My heart beats strong within these walls. The comfort that lies within is for those who build, not those who break.

I've been to the well a thousand times. It is my place of introspection and healing.

Strip me bare. Take everything. It is all yours. You have won the battle and the war.