Heal
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I am broken in pieces, sitting behind my bedroom door,
Trying to get myself to pick up the peices of my heart that are scattered all over the floor.
You broke me in ways that I will never be able to understand,
GOD'S LOVE FOUND A WAY
God's love found a way
Long before the earth was made
Though Satan and his angels fell
God's love found a way
May you find a love that heals,
a love that sees the beautiful despite how the world turned upside down the way you feel.
Tonight I will write a happy poem
A poem about how I survived the day
Or maybe about the day I have intended to survive tomorrow
Or the good memories
To be worth a lifetime
Such a beautiful lifetime,
infact never in this lifetime will I allow love to take my soul and darken my eyesight,
For once in my life, do I dare to feel hope?
Have I finally arrived somewhere that I'll learn to cope?
I can begin to cast aside my self-doubt,
And find something in which to be proud.
are you smiling ?
oh yes you are but i know
it is FAKE
are you tired ?
oh yes you are
but you dont care
let me guess you are healing
is it poetry or something else
not everything that weighs you down is yours to carry,
not everything you love is meant to be kept.
i promise even at your darkest hours you'll see the light.
no matter what you do, you must feel it in order to heal it.
Our goodbye
A sad view
We never knew
Three years of blue
You held my heart too close to yours
What's left of me?
Can I love?
He steps on my toes
You could say I have the whoas
When kisses blow
I never met someone like you
You smell of good things
The Question
September 10, 2018 ~ Monday
I came to get help
Not to get hurt
And every time you make a move
Am I tainted now? I’m asking out of curiosity.
My darling, sweet child of mine,
Don’t blame yourself for this act of atrocity.
A twisted man crossed the line,
A golden glow falls down from sky,
And on my face and hands does lie,
It warms my skin, but also soul,
And heals my broken heart to whole.
Once
There was a castle.
In that castle was a princess.
Cursed,
By danger and imperfection.
I am sewing a dresswith the thread of strength,And knots of ambitions,And when it’s ready, Then will iron itwith the remission,I am sewing my broken soul!
My stomach churns when I remember how you touched my skin
squeezing my rib cage
gripping my hips so hard you leave finger prints
teeth marks on my breasts nearly breaking the skin
Words like rain.
Words drop like a constant rain,
Drowning out all that is humane
Words like rain.
At first start small
Never did I think that I wouldstoop so low as to fall intothis deep darkness that doesn't endthis coldness that punctures the soul.This is all my fault, my fault thatnow you don't want to talk to me.
In 2013, we heard she had cancer,
Unfortunately, there was no answer.
However, her life was so rich and so pure,
we knew that we had to find her a cure.
We started looking, "We have to find something,"
As the room gets smaller
And the voices get louder
I remind myself to breath
Death is the only thing that is permanent
Say it with me: Bed, Mirror, dresser, carpet, blanket
Once more, darling ground yourself
On my ribs they stay,
Permanently marked,
A reminder to my heart.
Sixteen stitches, black and beautiful,
Surrounded by words above and below.
Words that gave me strength,
this rage within me slowly dies,
I find myself in the fire, slowly depleting-
forging into a quiet night.
Beside He stands, pulling me out of this infernal blaze
His healing hand has lead me to stand.
Misused, abused and left sitting confused
Disrespected & rejected
I wouldn't call it envy.
I would simply call it sadness,
Longing, fate.
Or reality.
A slap in the face
But constant and always stinging.
The handprint left, so bruised a miracle could not remove.
even the stongest people can break
with all the things on their plate
what doesnt kill you makes you stronger
so they say, leaving scars that linger
life gives us things that we can handle
The glow and look in your eye.
A shock of excitement from your smile.
Spread of warmth from those delicate hands
Maybe even a stride in your walk
To all wounds of the heart,
Time is the antidote.
Designed like a coat
Soothing the pain as it impart
It is nonpareil
It understands what you want
As time acts more than a confidant
Maybe
One day
I hope
I will make enough new memories
To fill up all the gaps and holes you poked into my mind
One day nothing
Will make me think of you again
I’m not sad anymore
I can look at you without bursting into tears
I don’t need you anymore.
I still miss you sometimes, but that’s fading.
You’re angry at me though.
Why do I write poetry?
Because it gives me hope.
It serves as a flame to light my way.
Because in a world of problems,
Of lies and fear,
Of war and famine,
I can control fate.
War is declared
On all of you, who hurt
Others; leaving none spared.
You seem to use all effort
To leave them despaired
And, lacking comfort.
One seems to cry and falls
The beliverance is but all
The sorrow and pain
Burns faster the the acid of rain
Your heart is broken
Your feelings are frozen
Your will is but all gone
I listen to You speak,
And I know You’re with me.
I’ve been rescued from the peak
And from the unending sea.
