the first

When it gets hard and the weight of everything burns, remember You were the first to love this body and soul. Poem by J. Grace

a beautiful life

Do not judge or compare your hurts, your years, and your joys to another’s. You have created a beautiful life— own it. Poem by J. Grace

Wings

I was a butterfly in a dream once. My wings were made of metal, starlight wept in my wake, and I was beautiful. Poem by Poem by J. Grace