GOING TOWARDS HEARTBREAK
TO YOU WHO ARE HEARTBROKEN
you have not broken apart.
you have broken open.
let your pain break your heart open.
let your light beam through the cracks.
let your heart spill onto the world.
because this is how we heal.
by breaking our hearts.
by letting light through.
by letting our hearts sing.
by letting our hearts be heard.
a beauty that
takes your breath away,
leaving in its place
a pang in your chest,
a ripple of knowing chills who rise to say,
"I need you to know, something beautiful happened here."
i welcome grey for a chance of glimmer.
i would rather know silver than the open blue.
because when the sun shines through, which it always does,
the skies will open in a shimmer,
silver dust flying.
when you are grey,
you must know,
it means you glow with
EVERYTHING DOES NOT HAPPEN FOR A REASON
Not all pain is necessary, but all pain can be transformational.
Y(OUR) HAPPY PLACE
the setting sun grazes the face of red brick buildings,
graces me with their blushed cheeks.
in the wild (if left free)
She bursts behind mountains,
the way only a star could,
setting their peaks aglow with halos,
claoking their roayl bodies, purple.
between daylight and nightfall
there is a sliver of time that suspends realtiy
a stretch of magic across the sky.
She conjures gold to delay darkness
so we, too, could blush like sun-kissed sidewalks.
behld The Golden Hour before sunset
(arrives today at six-thirty).