“On nights when you feel like your mouth Is filled with scar tissue when your fists are heavier than your clay heart, remember the broken that does not need replacement remember the lungs that pound air in a body too tired to kiss the sun tell yourself you are still working on it say healing, say tak…”— Tammy Danan, thoughtcatalog.com
“Hold that white flag close to your heart And pluck the orange from the sun – it is setting Let it set on your palms Let your shaking bones beat like djembe drums Let your surrender fall to the ground So it can hold this tiny blue earth together. There is an ocean inside of you and Its waves come in…”— Tammy Danan, thoughtcatalog.com
“I see smoke each time I look in the mirror Perhaps this is God’s way of keeping me safe He knows I’m tired of seeing dead birds in rusting cages. Last night, I called the wind and asked How she taught the dove to fly ‘the sky is a map if you know how to look’ She said. And I looked at my skin, marke…”— Tammy Danan, thoughtcatalog.com