~ point of view: you’re walking with a friend who talks (and thinks) too much ~
“We can all create hope through action and be the light.”
When the world feels blue, my vision is cleaved by different timelines or interests that ease this loss of purpose. But too much heart often ends up numbing everything out — this world and its constructs, all these societal requirements, dreams, hopes, and love – love for what might be.
cherished firsts and fleeting scraps of thoughts;
these cold words – dear, are they
for bitter freedom do I hold when they soar away.
I sigh as I think about how many stories go unwritten while others are abandoned halfway.
They don’t tell you this but freedom has a scent of its own. It’s powerful and feels like closure in the form of a thick, warm blanket.
Tethered to homes, souls chained to courage, come soaring they, who call all brethren and walk strong with green pastures and blue skies in mind.
For when times seem bleak
And your mind turns into a cage,
Remember to forgive yourself
For being human.
I would love to thank Terveen Gill, blogger at It Ain’t Right Till I Write and editor at MasticadoresIndia for accepting The Puppet Heart for publication at MasticadoresIndia and her continued support! MasticadoresIndia // Editora: Terveen Gill He found her on the roadside, many thoughts ago. Like a flower frozen in spring was she – […]
It looks crusty from my vantage point, with partially undone, paint flakes flapping and swaying, holding onto their last link to the wall; clinging on for dear life.