We colour the world,Not with the darkness of our pasts, But with the rainbow of our hope.

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

I hope my forgiveness reminds you,Of the part you forgot to break in me.

The ones who love your dark are the only light you'll ever need.

The GardenIf no one loves herPlease, love you Even if she’s a wreckage Or lost, in a predetermined pathOr broken, by a perfect love Or loved, by your sacrificial lonelinessPlease, build her Even when you have no stoneOr judge her abysmal tombstone Or her nothingness collapses your passion Water her azaleas Out of frozen concrete From sublime bottles No one full, ever knew how to fill.Jenim Dibie

The things you let go will someday teach you how to fly.

You are afraid to let anyone in, but you still leave the door open, hoping someone good will shut the door behind him and throw away the keys.