I know a person who cannot forgive
Those who are human.
And he shrouds himself in his righteousness.
There he stands in a land far away.
Alone.
Frozen heart stagnant.
Blood stuck in his icy veins.
Justification clogging his arteries,
In denial that he himself is human.
You must have been an
Apparition.
A made up someone in my
Imagination.
For I wandered these stone stairwells
And
I roamed through
Winters withering garden
Following your song.
I knew I should find shelter,
Somewhere to warm my core.
But once outside I could return
Inside no more
For
I was met with barred windows and
Locked doors.
I found you in the courtyard.
I tried to reach you.
Touch you.
You vanished as I approached.
My fingers now cold and frozen,
I,
Left dreaming in the fog with ghosts and snowflakes.
And I remained alone
As I was all
Along.
I must have mistaken the
Wind howling through
Windows and doors,
Through
Winters garden
For your song.
She stood in the kitchen and looked out the window.
She gasped at what she saw.
Her shoulders dropped and her arms went limp.
Hanging her head and turning her gaze to the floor
She whispered softly to herself,
“I just don’t think I can do it anymore.
I
Cannot make it
Through
Another
Storm.”
A silent, lonely tear rolled down her cheek.
Then she felt his hand on her shoulder.
“My precious Angel,
Why do you cry?”
“Look at me here,” she replied.
“My clothes are all tattered and torn. I am a mess and still weak from the last storm.”
He stood in front of her then
And with a loving hand lifted her chin so
He could meet her eyes and softly said,
“When the storm comes, and we know it will,
Whatever you do this time just hold me tight and
Don’t
Let
Go
Like you have done before.
Together we can love through anything.
You don’t have to stand alone like you always do.
You have never had to do it by yourself,
But you instinctively let go.
Don’t let go.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on through the storm.”
Remember those feelings you have on a day you are struggling.
Perhaps standing still.
Perhaps crawling.
And know that others feel that way.
See them when you look around.
You will recognize them.
Instead of building walls
Against them,
Open
Your door
And step outside to meet them.
Step outside and greet them.
Offer compassion.
Offer love.
For we will never get better
If we do not
Lift each other up.
If we all choose to stay behind walls
And defenses
Alone,
We will never
Heal as people.
Alone.
Raw and gritty.
Poetic and pretty.
We choose our savior
Or poison
And hemorrhage ink.
Black and white.
Flat.
Words a medium through which
We express
Love,
Life,
Hope
And loss.
Alone,
Until they are shared in perfect sequence.
Our secrets no longer our own.
Emotions that have not a singular name;
There we find we are the same.
Let the fire in your soul over take you.
Allow it to consume you whole.
Don’t be afraid of the heat.
Don’t be afraid of the flame.
We are in this existence
To throw light
Into
The
World.
The Universe is singing your name.
You are not the only one
Struggling to find your way
In the dark.
So sparkle.
Shine
And let the others know they are not
On this journey on their own.
They are not so far apart.
Lend them your spark.
Together we can find home.
As One
We can
Be
The Illumination.
Turn your heart to the sun.
Turn your tears into light.
We all live for the day.
We all stumble through the night.
You may believe you are alone,
But if you turn off the noise
And listen very close,
You will hear
Millions of other
Hearbeats
Searching for
Home.
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