Monday, March 3, 2014
Let My Broken Heart Write.
Break my heart easy.
Whisper to me, my hidden dreads are being raised to life. Let me know that I’m not enough to write the pages of my story. Promise to me that I am beautiful in the most disastrous way. Break my heart easy, remind me I’m alive.
Show me that you’re worthy.
Wipe away my tears, articulate they’d matter more if I kept them locked inside. Shout that you can save me; soothe me with glances reassuring your lies. Promise you can fix me; make the broken mess a life. Show me that you’re worthy, retell my shattered cries.
Remember why you chose me.
Wait a moment to answer; your words become my pride. Shift my focus from reliving to retracting my life. Tell me I am voiceless, your eloquence outweighs my scribbles. Create for them my story of hopeless abandon and worthless decisions. Don’t forget to hold me, remember why you chose me.
And then someday…
Awake my soul. Leave a pen on the pages sneaking suspects to scrawl. Release a mind out of the disaster on the floor. I will scream it from the mountains, voice very much alive. Worthy to be listened; worth much more than tattered lies. Abandon my hopeless heart – I will live my own life. And then someday I wake up, outshining dark nights. Let my pillow be salty, let my broken heart write.
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For those who told me to hide myself, reminded me of my flaws, pushed me to silence.
You are my inspiration for speaking up.
You are the creations on my pages.
You are the darkness I will one day outshine.
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