Your heart shatters over and over,
yet you bring the broken pieces
back up towards your chest
and place them together again in perfect order
with tear stained cheeks
and cut laced fingertips.
My dear,
your heart harbours
the elasticity
that is fundamental to your recovery
and your growth.
You embody strength
and you are able to find ways to pick yourself back up
after the roughest of quakes that rock your chest.
Nothing is more beautiful than the strength
that lines the arteries that flow freely within your heart,
and the hope that runs through your veins.
It blows the minds of your enemies
because you have learnt to recover from the
storms that their words incur.
You are powerful my dear,
let time do its job,
let it heal,
let it evoke growth
and soon you will
rise above all who put you down
and no longer will your heart deal with such torment,
rather,
you'll finally feel empowered and free.
YOU ARE READING
Starry night skies (completed)
PoetryUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
