Reshaping
broken
pieces
I discover
that sometimes
human imagination
outshines
natural selection.
Reshaping Broken Pieces
Tag Archives: Poetry
Your soul
Your soul
is expressing
itself
inside you
like an underground
river
nourishing
a whole
forest.
Poetry
Poetry is
the soul’s
theology.
As a child
Watching myself
as a child
play
curious
free
abandoned
by vanity
criticism
eagerly
exploring
absorbing
rewarding
uniqueness
to the world.
Watching myself
as child
play
remembering
that I am still
her.
Growing up
Sometimes
growing up
can feel like
growing away
from yourself.
So you start
wishing
you could grow
back down
to a seed
to clarify
what you were meant
to become.
A heart that loves
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.
Unsaid words
Unsaid words
stuck
in my throat
breaking
reflections
engaging
alarms
resonating
in my
heart
making it
throttle
pushing
me
to
fight
or
run
for
my life.
Wing Clippings
Sometimes
my heart
is
so full
of flight
there is no
room
for any
sensations
or words
of sensibility
or consolation.
Those are
the days
when I grieve
my wing
clippings
the most.
Born to Express
You
were born
to express
every part of
you.
Not
to be
disciplined
into silence.
Being and Empath
I’d rather
lose
myself
than see you
lose
in life.
I’d rather
be the one
crying
than see you
hurt.
And no,
this is not
a love poem.
“You”
are the one reading
this poem
and everyone
who is not.
You see,
if it is my
pain,
it is mine
to heal.
If it is your
pain,
it is still mine
but not mine
to heal.
