If I should be melted down
You shall forever be what cools me.
If I should ever be completely mutilated
you are what mends me.
throughout the amount of time that I've pieced myself together
tore myself down,
then back up
around, through the loops, under the bridges,
I've grown tired of trying to figure out where I go.
I want you to tell me.
I, flimsy wax, will mold as you wish,
I, roadkill, will be the source of necromancy,
if you shall wish it.
I'm tired of faking as if I know what I am,
I KNOW NOTHING
that I want to be as you want me to be.
So if I were to be bloodied and bruised
I'll allow you to be the reason, or if you'd rather
you can be justice.
If I should be sad,
you will always be my smile.
because I constantly make this
of loving you.
I don't know.
I layed myself out bare,
bracing for the sting of another open wound.
You only came with tools to mend,
a needle and thread.
With gentle hands,
you stiched together every hole in my heart with love.
At least once in a lifetime, arrives a quake beyond the measure of a seismograph...
The waves of which tremble your heart to terror...
Followed by cracks that rips apart your flesh...
The memories of old roses settles down as thorns piercing the delicacy of your heart...
Blood gushes out through arteries ruptured by the final blow...
And the agony and shattered hopes seem to burn the remaining pieces of your heart to ashes...
Doesn't it seem to be the end?
Yet still somehow anyhow with trembling hands if you are able to collect the scattered ashes of your broken heart...
Hold to them day and night
Exposing it to the healing hands of time and your will
Your heart will be born anew and likely more resilient than the previous one...
And in doing so you, my friend would have done something amazing...
For the one who can mend his heart can mend almost anything else!
Thank you for reading! ❤
If the clouds seem darker today
And the sun is hard to find
Try to look on the brighter side
And keep your purpose in mind
Though the storms and trials come
The darkness will one day end
Keep your eye on the brighter side
So your wounds will quickly mend
The brighter side will yet reveal
When you open yourself to see
A view and message full of hope
Shed the darkness - And be free
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We all have trials and challenges, yet we can choose our thoughts.
2020 has brought more challenges (for most of us) than several years put together.
Look on the bright side, both when things are good and when conditions in your life are darker than usual.
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Soon is the time to take a break
The body aches as high
energy starts to dissipate
This vacuum burns quick without a wick
For your sake vacate to an empty space
Absorb, recharge and wait
Before shadows turn to creep in place
Dedicate some wealth to yourself
Cleanse and replenish vital health
Prioritise the time ahead
This is not the start nor end
Regenerate in wake
More work to come in a second phase
There is only so far one can bend
Patterns formed from social habits
No linear trends
A new way of living is needed to mend
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It is not simple
It cannot be given
Without the intent
The mind won't rest
Till the end
Gives the freedom
To move on.
It is the peace,
It is so much more.
It is a step taken
To move ahead,
In the past.
It is the best gift
Given and received,
It can be the beginning,
it is the end of bitterness.
It is just like a necessity
To be a human
Who makes mistakes
live with harmony.
I give to thee free
To free me from the chains
Of the ill thoughts
I conceive in head
time to time, again and again
To not loathe the trust
I placed in you.
It is a process
To forgive myself
As I forgive you,
I give myself another chance
To believe the best
In you and in me.
Let's mend it.
I have never written about you
The bond we share,
The chance to be one, which I blew.
You mend us and tried to clear the air,
But I already accepted the fall which I knew.
I am responsible for every tear, I swear.
You were right and always true.
I regret but, to accept this in past, I scare.
never accepted my fault and never thought of writing about all your good deeds till now when you are gone...
i have nothing left to lose
and so much more to gain
Because we can't quite
yet predict the weather.
But we can surely put
two and two together.
And we know
we must mend.
For our story has
to have bitter end.
But we'll try to
set out a plan.
Live our lives
best as we can.
Till that one day
we greet death.
our last breath.
Why do we fear