I love the Poetry Bandit.
I follow him on Instagram and his words are magical.
I love the way he can put feelings and emotions and thoughts and actions in to words that sing harmony to my soul.
Indeed, sometimes love is knowing when to use a period instead of a comma.
The same can be said for self-love.
Boundaries, indeed are the periods.
They are the punctuation that says, "I am now keeping myself in a safe harbor, away from things or people or thoughts that hurt me or that stunt my growth."
This picture puts me in a place that is safe and whimsical and whole.
This is peace.
Our trees are planted in our hearts.
Nurtured by our words, our every breath really.
That grow into our thoughts and our actions.
That attract what we wish to attract.
Where we can become exactly who we are meant to be, one root, one branch at a time.
Where we can expand and be flexible in the wind.
But where the roots are so grounded that they cannot be swept away by anyone or anything that wishes to change us.
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