Just like that bird with broken wings,
He whistles so quietly but longs to sing.
A broken guitar with a need to be played,
The person who once strummed it but didn't stay.
We recognize these things that once made us laugh,
Like counting the notes on a music staff.
And then we remember those things that once made us cry,
We learn to accept the flaws and swallow them with pride.
People become able to handle disappointment as it follows us with ease,
But never will we adapt to the time we have left to believe.
As these leaves fall down as they do just like our memories,
The time becomes shortened, we abandon this forest of trees.
It's weird to me that I can write so aimlessly, without a point to a poem... but these things make all the sense in the world to me.
I'm learning more everyday. I have quotes all over my room, inspirational pictures, motivational sentences. It helps me. I love knowing what life is TRULY about. I guess I'll never have all of the answers, will I? But I'm going to know enough to have a happy life. And I love that. I guess I love not knowing what life will bring for me, but laughter and happiness. Struggles, sure...they will pass. I don't focus on that. I'm not blinded, though, I just choose to focus on the good. I still see the negative, but I'm not going to dwell on it.
“love builds up the broken wall
and straigtens the crooked path.
love keeps the stars in the firmament
and imposes rhythm on te ocean tides
each of us is created of it
and i suspect
each of us was created for it”
-Anonymous
lovelovelove.
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