And so we are.

We are parts of things that make us.
The Sapphire Ring.
The Pink Necklace.
The Eclectic Colours.

We are what we take pride in.
The Charm.
The Elegance.
The Tempered Grace.

We are what we never knew we desired.
The Wish.
The Want.
The Love.

We are what we hope someone will someday comprehend.
The Passion.
The Kiss.
The Weird.

Above,Over and Beyond.

Dare to leap,my darling.
Dare to jump.
Dare to scream, my dear.
Dare to breathe.
Cut old threads.
Cross old bridges with new friends.
Get more than you ever hoped for.
Get more than you need.
Get more,more,more.
Get close, my darling.
Get hurt.

~~*~~
Do not let the pain make you hate.
Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.

Today.

Today was good day.
I didn’t do anything special.
I got up,went to work.
Laughed and smiled.
I met a friend. Hugged her tight.
I shopped. I ate.
It wasn’t much.
I came home and told my mother, ‘today was a good day.’
I called my closest friend, told her I loved her.
She didn’t say much.She loves me too.
But I could hear the relief in her voice.
Things were better today.
She’s seen days when I refused to eat.
I stared out of the window,surrounded by clouds of ashes and dust.
Hugged myself tight, and never said a word.
Hid from the world,within the four walls that couldn’t offer any solace from memories.
Spiralling down,spinning around.
I did my laundry today. I tried making amends.
I didn’t shed a tear today.
No sir, not one.
I can’t fix you or us or anyone or anything else.
I can fix me.
Today was a good day.

Do what you will.

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I will love.
I will love so much that no one will know what to do with me.
Even when I’m scared,
Even when I’m broken,
I will love.

I will love,
Not only by the shadow of the night,
But also by the light of the day,
Until the people stop and stare,
At a girl in the rain,
Dancing to her own tune,
I will love.

I will love,
Even when the world no longer gives it it’s due,
And it’s power is long forgotten in an age of gratification,
I will look fate in the eye,
Dismiss it with a smile,
I will love.

I will love,
With all that I have,
With that I am,
And all I ever hope to be.
I will be gracious.
I will be kind.
I will love.

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A poem for when times are trying,feeling is challenging,and truth is obscure.

My Intentions.

       The tragedy of a man is what dies within him while he still lives.

I don’t remember who said it.
But it’s terrifyingly true.

The loss of innocence.
The pain of loss.
The tragedy of pain.

Perhaps the worst death is that which kills the spark within you while you still live.
Maybe it’s not dead,maybe it’s hidden,under the things you gave importance to. Things that didn’t deserve a second glance. People do.
Do you know what it is to miss memories so much it physically hurts?
The sting of something that gives you perfect happiness dancing tantalizingly just out of reach?
I think everyone has at some point in life.
There was a daily prompt a few days back…it asked if someone read your blog what would be their one experience.

It would be comfort.
If I’m fortunate it’ll be hope.
But I wish that everyone who stumbles upon this piece of my world finds something they can relate to.
To feel better,to realize there’s others out exactly like you in some ways, others maybe not so much.

I ask that you dream,even if no one believes in you.
That you think,somehow you understand that being happy with yourself is all that matters.

I ask that you let go of anyone that pulls you down, but with dignity and poise.
There is no time,beloved kindred, when manners do not matter.

I ask that you remember that fairytales  are not to tell children that dragons exist. Children already know dragons exist. Fairytales exist to tell us that dragons can be tamed. And even monsters are soft and huggy.

I know today’s a bad day.
I promise tomorrow we’ll do better.
We’ll hurt a little less, smile a little more.
And if we’re lucky we’ll dance.