I hope you stop standing in places where you can no longer grow. I hope you step into circles where you feel seen, where love speaks louder than anything else, where hugs instead of handshakes are natural, even among strangers. I hope you love yourself so well that even when others don’t, it doesn’t sting like it used to. I hope your feet carry you to places where you feel held even when you don’t feel whole. So I’ll say it again, I hope you stop standing in places where you can no longer grow. And when you do, I hope you know that an ending is also a beginning
from my third poetry book, Made of Earth.