Author Honey Badger

I do not need men in my life, the weight of their presence, a burden too heavy for fragile faith, shadows that darken the sunlight, fading laughter into distant echoes.

Nurtured whispers in the breeze, Each leaf unfolds a story told, Winding paths of life arise, Growth emerges, brave and bold. Radiant blooms break through the ground, Overcoming shadows of the past, With each heartbeat, hope is found, Healing journeys bring peace at last. Transformation dances bright, Roots entwined in soil’s embrace, Open hearts begin to write, Vital dreams take their rightful place.

I acknowledge my body's whispers, soft and low, Will listen to the rhythm, the gentle ebb and flow. 

Tender gestures weave a beautiful thread, In the tapestry of life, love is widespread.  Nurturing souls, a bond we can spread, Demonstrating strength in the words that we said. 

The path unwinds, a ribbon of grey, then ochre, then a splash of vibrant green.  Don't look too far ahead, the horizon blurs, a watercolor wash of uncertainty.  Trust the ground beneath your feet, even when it’s uneven, rocky, a path less traveled, marked only by the faintest of footprints, yours, and maybe, just maybe, a few others long since gone. 

Unfold the map of your heart's true desire, Reach for the stars, let your spirit aspire.  Nurture the seeds of your vision so bold, In every moment, let courage take hold.  Now is the time, let your heart lead the way, Gathering strength with each passing day. 

Love can be tender, a safe, gentle space.  Every doubt fading like shadows at dawn, Awakening courage, the journey moves on.  Reaching for dreams tucked away in the night, Navigating through storms, embracing the fight.  Sowing the seeds of belief deep within,

A journey begins with a single step, Never rushing, each moment we keep, Calmly we nurture the dreams we hold dear, Hope whispers softly, dispelling our fear.  Over the waves of uncertainty we sail, Reaching for shores where patience won’t fail, Determined and steadfast, we weather the storm,

In the quiet of the morning light, Time whispers softly, urging us to grow.  Transcending moments, both heavy and bright, A journey unfolds, step by step, we will go.  Kites soar high, with dreams held on strings, Anchored in patience, we learn to take flight.  Carefully weaving through hardships that sting, Every challenge faced helps to ignite. 

I stand here, anchored in the sea of thoughts, Waves of confusion crash, but my heart doesn’t wobble, Outside, the world shouts, urging me to move on, No, I won't succumb; I'll unearth the buried truths.  Time may test my patience, stretch the thin thread, Lingering doubts may whisper, but I will hold tight, Listen closely, I say, to every word and pause, Eagerly seeking clarity, wrapped in shadows of night.  Amidst the doubts, my spirit ignites a

Let go of burdens that weigh on your heart, Every tear that falls is a work of art.  Trembling moments when silence feels loud, Hope finds a way amidst the dark cloud.  The pain that you carry can feel like a chain, Healing begins when you let go of the pain.  Embrace your emotions, don’t hold them inside, Allowing the tears to wash away pride

I am learning that balance is not stillness. It is not silence without weight. T is not the absence of pain. Balance is the pause between tightening and letting go, the moment my breath remembers it does not have to run.

Letting someone in scares me, like opening a door to a storm, the wind howling, the rain pounding, the chaos of unknown shadows swirling, my heart a fragile bird in a cage, fluttering at the sight of light. 

In the darkness of night, you shimmer high above, a beacon of clarity, calling my wandering soul, pulling me like a thread, woven into the fabric of the universe. 

Stay here in this conversation, don’t go away, let the words spill like gentle rain, let them gather in the cracks and crevices, between the moments when silence aches and loneliness brushes the edges of our laughter.

In the quiet corners of the heart, where shadows gather, fragments of forgotten dreams whisper, a gentle touch, the soft echo of a lullaby, cradles tender wounds, unraveled threads of yesterday's fabric, finding solace in the embrace of today.

Clearing Grief out of the Way In the quiet hours of dawn, light spills gently through the window, the world breathing a soft sigh, and I sit, cradled in the embrace of morning, where shadows of yesterday's sorrow gently linger. 

Beyond the storm, fear curls along the coast, A shadowed wave, creeping slowly, Its form invisible, slippery like sand, Yet unmistakable when it kisses my feet— Cold and unwelcome, An icy grasp around the heart, Stirring doubts like pebbles turning in the surf, Each whisper, "What if? " a freeze-frame of despair. 

In the vast expanse of this world so grand, Where countless souls roam, each with a story to tell, There is one truth that stands, ever so grand, A truth that echoes, a message to quell: You matter, my friend, in ways beyond measure, Your presence, your essence, a treasure to behold. For in this life, so fleeting, so full of pleasure, Your worth is not defined by what you've been told. From the moment you drew your first breath, You've been a beacon, a light in t

In a world of darkness and despair,  Let us be a lighthouse, shining bright and fair.  Guiding lost souls through the stormy night,  Giving hope and helping them see the light.  With a beam that reaches far and wide, Our love and compassion will be their guide.  Showing them the way to safe shores,  Where they can find peace forevermore.