( sonnet )*

The morning world in mist dissolves and under,
Towed to heaven, we, a plod below the death
Of clouds, sing mute, where they trumpet-glide
Flashing into peace.  Three-toed slabs, parched
Of orange, web the stars over the wine
Dark seas and chalk the churn and twining earth
Into gloaming.  In rapt stillness they,
Are import and income, parables,
Echoes of the innocent song sung to a spire,
Gilded hutches, to those who heap on brightness
Swans are brighter even more with blackest
Eyes, they pierce the silent shroud all starry.
I wish that we were like two swans my love,
Neck of nape, embracing without touch.
.

You are beautiful,
You are strong,
You are more than the blade you're holding against your wrist.
So drop it.

You are more than those *******' whispers
and those ***** catcalls.
Don't ever doubt your worth
Because you are better than the picture you've painted in your head.

You are the best version of yourself
And now is the time of your life.
Get out there, set yourself free
Unshackle your feet from the chains that drag you down.

You are beautiful and you are not alone.

Even though it’s broken
It’s still beating.
That’s the thing about hearts,
Even though they break they still work.
Beating away,
Day after day,
Hour after hour.
Keeping its broken human going.
Able to breath,
Able to think,
Able to do most anything,
But love.
When a heart breaks,
Darkness is let inside,
The heart can only take so much darkness.
Until the day it shatters.
So,
Let a little darkness in,
But,
Before it’s too late,
And your heart stops beating,
Turn a light on.
Talk about it,
Buy some duct tape,
And patch the heart together,
Again,
And again,
And again.
Because the truth is,
It will break again.
But whether you turn the light on and talk about it,
Or let the heart shatter,
Is completely up to you,
And you alone.