EVERYTHING DOES NOT HAPPEN FOR A REASON
Heartbreak cannot be mended,
but it can be transformed.
HEARTBREAKING BEAUTY
A beauty that
takes your breath away,
leaving in its place
a pang in your chest,
a ripple of knowing chills who rise to say,
"I need you to know, something beautiful happened here."
TO YOU WHO ARE HEARTBROKEN
You have not broken apart.
You have broken open.
Let your pain break your heart open.
Let your light beam through the cracks.
Let your heart spill onto the world.
Because this is how we heal.
By breaking our hearts.
By letting light through.
By letting our hearts sing.
By letting our hearts be heard.
ON RESILIENCE
I welcome grey for a chance of glimmer.
I would rather know silver than the open blue.
Because when the sun shines through,
which it always does,
the skies will open in a shimmer,
silver dust flying.
When you are grey,
you must know,
it means you glow with silver too.
TO DAZZLE LIFE OUT OF TRAGEDY
Remember me by my moments of bellowing laughter and heartbreaking joy.
Measure my life by the outbursts, each time my heart broke out of my body so it could beat beside another.
Because when the day comes, I want the earth to say
Here Lies: a person whose heart belonged to the world.
A person who loved enough.
HEART MATTERS
What if we were all heart and nothing else
and we learned to know each other
by the pace of our heartbeats.
How -
it quickens for the things we love.
Y(OUR) HAPPY PLACE
The setting sun grazes the face of red brick buildings,
graces me with their blushed cheeks.
in the wild (if left free)
She bursts behind mountains,
the way only a star could,
setting their peaks aglow with halos,
cloaking their royal bodies purple.
Between daylight and nightfall
there is a sliver of time that suspends reality,
a stretch of magic across the sky.
Here
she conjures gold to delay darkness
so we, too, could blush like sun-kissed sidewalks.
Behold The Golden Hour before sunset
(arrives today at six-thirty).