Heart/Hurt

 In english, poetry

You keep telling yourself you gotta be strong.

You keep telling yourself you gotta make it through.

You keep doing your best to be at your best.

You keep doing your best to help others be at their best.

You keep listening to others.

You keep listening to yourself.

You keep telling them what to do, as not to get hurt.

You keep telling yourself what to do, as to stop to get hurt.

But it hurts.

It hurts.

 

You get shivers, your hands tremble, your heart presses your chest, tears flow from your eyes.

Your feet freeze, your wrinkles grow, your hair is grey; you grieve.

And it’s okay.

It’s okay.

 

It’s okay to feel your shadow.

It’s okay to feel like a shadow.

It’s okay that it hurts.

Cause you have a heart.

You have a huge heart that keeps breathing every time you get stronger through your pain and tears.

You have a huge heart that keeps spreading every time it hurts through the pleasure and treasure you unveil and cannot keep.

You reveal pleasure and treasure in your heart, in your hurt heart, and you do can keep them, as you hear it.

As you hear your hurt heart’s beat.

 

You can hear it.

You can hear it: it’s okay.

You can heal it.

Recommended Posts
Comments
  • Perla
    Antworten

    Yes you can!

Leave a Reply / Deixe seu Comentário

%d Bloggern gefällt das: