Glass Heart

My mom once told me that when I was three this woman whispered to her, “Your daughter is an old soul, just like that painting on the wall. She’s going to be a healer and bring color to other peoples lives.”
My mom didn’t know what that meant at the time, but perhaps she was spiritual because now I’m twenty-two years old and this random woman that approached my mom couldn’t be more right about me.
I’ve spent years trying to heal other people,
That sometimes I forget to heal myself, take care of myself and appreciate myself as I do others.
I’ve spent years attempting to mend wounded hearts and broken souls in hopes to repair damage from unfortunate events in others’ lives that I couldn’t control.
As much as I wanted to fix it, there was nothing more I could do besides be a good friend.
For once glass breaks, you can try your best to glue the pieces back together but it will always be cracked.
You can’t fix something that is broken but you can try to put the pieces back together and fill the cracks with life lessons and hope that things will get better.
A shattered heart is stronger than one that has never been broken.
If you hold your head high enough and grow from tragedy, then the cracks will fade but they will still be there to remind you that you beat something you once didn’t think you could.
Our hearts are like glass.
We have these beautiful fragile organs that beat from the insides of our chest.
They can become easily fractured, yet they can also make our smiles glisten when things begin to go right.
Pretty wild isn’t it?
How glass can cut you like an axe taking down a helpless tree
but also act as a reflection of all that you’ve overcome.
Remember, our hearts aren’t shatter proof and without all those cracks from tragedy…how would the light seep in when the darkness starts to clear?

 

(Featured image by Sherrybookirk)

My Sweetest Symphony

Often nights I just lay in my bed,

As each of my thoughts becomes a beat,

Until eventually they all link together into an enthralling, soothing rhythm

And that’s when your name makes its way through my mind in the sweetest symphony,

So calm and tranquil,

As if you were whisking me through the breath of life;

The lullaby of the cool rain hushes me to sleep.

And that’s when I can hear your guitar playing from heavens pearly gates,

The rain comes down harder in a torrent,

And I can feel your presence kissing my skin with every drop.

A Sudden Emptiness

Below is a poem I wrote junior year of high school when I couldn’t put into words how I felt. We all feel a little lost and empty sometimes, and that is okay!! Poetry is sometimes how I express my emotions when I can’t quite explain the thoughts lingering in my mind. Metaphors, similes, alliteration, imagery, etc. are great ways to describe how you feel. I will be posting more of my poems on this blog (things I have written from middle school to things I am currently writing). After all, this blog is all about growth and joining me on my journey from a caterpillar to a butterfly!

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The transcendent sun is shining but my mind is a rumbling storm.

The sky is an impeccable blue but my eyes sting from the deluge of rain that engulfs my sweet flesh.

The vibrant birds are singing a sweet melody but all I hear is morose silence.

All sounds lost in the glum and bitter whistling wind.

The world becomes mute;

The hums of the birds barely reaching the open roads.