Cry with me, Mother, and let our teardrops turn to rock. You can strike me until I shatter into a million pieces: I will become the sands

A ship that spends its existence anchored in place will never fulfill its destiny, never to set sail on the wild tides... Will you

We are told to bend but never break. But shattering into pieces allows us to rebuild ourselves in ways we could never imagine, rendering

I follow my heart and it shows me things I never knew was possible, because the heart is far more intelligent than the mind

I stand at the point of no return... I have outgrown and outworn my beloved shoes... I can choose my shoes but I cannot choose my feet...

There is no greater inspiration than an empty wall, I will give away all of my paintings so that the world may become my gallery... My joys

Sometimes we mistake what is comfortable and known for being a choice

True faith is not believing that life will change to favor you. It is recognizing that you hold the power to thrive in spite of what...

Birth is beautiful, it is bloodshed and membranes spilled out on the floor... Do you see beauty in process and creation, or does blood...

I say goodbye to my beloved sweater - my skin - outgrown and outworn I shed, bittersweet... You who have carried me all these years, you...

Anarchy: the moth emerging from its cocoon saying, "This is me."

Give me humid warmth and sunlight with occasional mists and I will grow without roots or rains, asking for little, giving everything

I shelter not from thunderstorms but run into the heavy downpour arms outstretched, I laugh gleefully like a lovesick drunkard...

My awakening is Namaqualand in August. I am bleeding orange, pink escapes from my lips, purple appears in my dreams at night...

The higher I jump, the higher I fly, I wait in vain for my bones to crush on the hard ground but they never do. Or have I just not...

My thoughts are too deep, I don't want to let them pass... I bathe in myself

Nothing is expected, nothing is owed. Just be, and being is the greatest gift

Find your life's purpose not in doing, but in being

I am the weed that grows through concrete, I am the diamond emerging from volcanic pressures, I am resilience. Not because I fight against..

If she does not venture out, if she is not brave, does she live whilst missing the greatest parts of life that make life worth living?