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)

Water Your Soul

I encourage every single person to read this poem I wrote because it is relatable in many different ways. This is an important reminder to love yourself as much as you would another person because you are pretty damn special all on your own 

Water Your Soul

We are too busy trying to mold other people into what we hope they’ll become
And not focused enough on molding ourselves into the people we want to be.
Imagine what it would be like to love yourself as much as you love someone else.
Imagine knowing all that you’re worth.
Mold yourself into the queen that you are.
Some people don’t deserve your hands.
Don’t try to mold someone into something better with your precious fingers when they don’t appreciate your big heart and sparkly soul.
Don’t shower someone in your glitter
When they shower you in their dust.
Don’t share those special pieces of you
When all they give you is nothing but dirt.
People will plant little seeds in your mind.
These people will tell you they miss you and they love you
But the flowers will never blossom.
You’re at a standstill.
By letting his toxic energy in, you allow yourself no room for growth.
Yet you wait and wait on something tremendous to unfold and bloom in front of your eyes.
But you’re a daisy, you radiate sunshine
And he’s nothing but weeds pulling at your skin,
Wasting your time,
Mesmerizing you with nothing but lies.
My sweet girl, stop looking outside waiting on the flowers to bloom.
Most people don’t change.
And they won’t unless they want to.
They’ll keep feeding you pretty lies just to get under you.
They’ll keep planting these seeds in your mind and you’ll keep watching for a love to grow that was never even there in the first place.
Plant your own seeds sweet girl and watch yourself bloom.

-Don’t water weeds, water your soul