May 2015
I know you're struggling.
And that it hurts so much,
you clutch your heart,
the en-ending, unrelenting,
mire of ache,
and each tiny feather,
pulled free reminds you,
of what it means to break.
But after the storm has finished her sad raging,
the glass is empty and contemplating,
and the pleiades dance is waiting,
Just then, you will see a spark,
tiny, shining, spark,
giving birth to light,
a seed of promise,
buried deep,
cradled by the night,
and this will be the
healing hope,
that lets you down,
from the hang man's
rope,
that kisses your
tear stained cheeks,
and holds you up for weeks,
reminding you that a
seed must die before it blooms,
and honey it's your turn to bloom.
(c) Dm 2015
And that it hurts so much,
you clutch your heart,
the en-ending, unrelenting,
mire of ache,
and each tiny feather,
pulled free reminds you,
of what it means to break.
But after the storm has finished her sad raging,
the glass is empty and contemplating,
and the pleiades dance is waiting,
Just then, you will see a spark,
tiny, shining, spark,
giving birth to light,
a seed of promise,
buried deep,
cradled by the night,
and this will be the
healing hope,
that lets you down,
from the hang man's
rope,
that kisses your
tear stained cheeks,
and holds you up for weeks,
reminding you that a
seed must die before it blooms,
and honey it's your turn to bloom.
(c) Dm 2015
I feel so discouraged by the heart break I have faced in life. But there are moments when after all of the chaos has passed, and there is a glimmer of hope. Those things are what keeps me going sometimes. The reminder that you aren't a fluke, or a failure, you are able to be something beautiful and of worth. Don't give up.
