
Reshaping
broken
pieces
I discover
that sometimes
human imagination
outshines
natural selection.
A heart that loves
fiercely
breaks
ten times
during a day.
A heart that loves
faithfully
mends
ten times
during a day.
A heart that loves
unconditionally
becomes
a patchwork
of joys
and sorrows
with seams
of glowing stiches
sown together
by the resilient
soul.
Without
the heartbreaks
there would be
no healing,
without
healing
there would be no
glowing seams
uniquely crisscrossing
the living heart.
March has been an impatient and sunny month waiting for good things to grow without water. It has been a month of poetry sprouting from dreams far from maddening crowds and words creating a universe for us to wait in.
It has been a month of growth, of new seeds rising through the surface and lines being drawn on blank canvases. There has been love; love for green things bending their leaves to meet the warm sun, and cheerful prayers whispering: “Grow! Grow! Grow!”.
There has been sleepy cats craving independence and time of togetherness. There has been cottage gardens and yellow flowers, port wine and polka dot pots of basil, bookshops and moonrise kingdoms.
All in all it has been a month where dreams and aspirations have risen to the surface and outgrown and outshone reality. But maybe that is what we need in a world that, for many, no longer feels like home.