An Open Letter: The Man Who Broke My Heart By Harping by a Pixie
I have mastered stitching back my stitches Plastering back my cracks Gluing back as many pieces as I can And I need no one to hand me my tools I need no care to run my machine
You woke up and must face the reality Reality of pain, sorrow, and more doubtful days But how I wish, One night ... I'll dream just escape those bad reality.
It hurts more every day The tightness The grasp The hold Wondering when it will end If it will end
I looked up in the sky and it's still gray I wonder if it's still going to be okay When I'm on the verge of breaking I know I needed to do anything Not to collapse after being humiliated To recover after being stabbed and get rejected
Raindrops is a poem written by John Marc Cruz and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Terrible Ideas for the month of July. Raindrops Stuck, In the middle road. Sky’s discharging its emotion. And maybe I…
And this is not where it ends, there is more. This life is mine to suffer, this is mine, this way alone. I don't know what my old soul has to learn from it. I don't know what my old soul did.
They say Time heals all But that’s never true, Time disrupts it further Taking me away from you…
You made me understand that a broken heart can heal in a million ways. You taught me that pain can be a crayon to much happier days. And for the aches and bleedings, you gifted me, I owe you my betterment
We all face struggles and setbacks in life. Whether it is a broken relationship, the death of a loved one, physical, financial or emotional challenges. Whatever the misfortune, God is there to cushion the blow, give us hope and lead us into what is our new normal.
He doesn’t know what he is saying. Doesn’t he see the pain? Can he not see the wound? Pressure has been applied.
The hardest part in being alive is that it requires us to be more than who we are. We are called to look, not only to the surface, but pass every strand of prejudice in every person.