SPRING FOR YOU HEART

ITS PART OF THE JOURNEY

it is suffocating to look into the eyes of another 
and see your own pain staring right back at you.

we lie to ourselves by saying our pain is so singular. 
we act as if it’s molded to the shape of our individual, scarred heart.

but humans of the earth, that is wrong.

when you see the pain your heart is encased in, 
a whole new ache is born, for you know the savageness of it, 
but there is nothing for you to do other than watch 
and know that they too will survive.

because you did. because we have to.
because if we didn’t, why would we even bother
letting the wickedness of this world affect us?

it’s not the pain that hurts so much. it’s the love. 
we hate how something so beautiful can stab so deep,
yet we continue on doing it to ourselves.

give up and you’re giving into the wickedness. 
it’s always your choice. it’s always up to what you decide. 
go ahead, understand that and let me know what you’re going to do.

i am afraid there is nothing for me to do other than to love, 
no matter what that does to my heart’s safety.

after all, we were created for this.

OUR HEARTS SING

when you admit to yourself and to others that 

there are moments stuck in your heartstrings, 

making the music stumble along at times, 

you’re able to change the tune.

if you can’t see the spots that are worn and 

starting to slip from your grasp, 

then what good are the moments you hold onto doing?

the music needs to be played.

 tell of those notes so that others will hear the beauty.

ITS ALL SO REAL

this is a feeling - that in the moonlight all the 

whispers left unsung just might be heard. 

this is a song - that the candlelight might blow out and

 all my notes will scatter to the floor and I will scatter there too. 

this is a cry - that the breeze will take me with it, wherever it goes.

this is me, this is who I am, this is that I feel.