Pull it together


My heart has been broken many times.

I’ve broken it myself and people have tossed it around like a rotten tomato.

I have come to the conclusion that no matter what, I have to protect my heart from further damage.

Can’t love someone who doesn’t love me back.

Can’t do things that will backfire on me.

I simply cannot keep hurting my soul.

Like a lost child, I thought my heart was a lost cause.

So often I felt real pain in my chest when I got too sad.

Sadness is a pain that no one should feel.

My heart has been broken, beaten, burned and stepped on.

I’ve cried enough.

I’ve grown too much, it’s up to me to not be the victim any longer.

Broken heart, listen to me, I will fix you.

I will heal you.

It’s up to me to pull together this aching heart…

Bless You Future


Things don’t go how I went them too and I freak out.

I start thinking it’s not fixable.

When I was a little girl, I thought the sad feeling in me was not fixable.

I thought I was destined to feel sad and be bullied.

I thought I was destined to be lonely.

Years ago I never knew I’ll still be holding up.

That I’ll still be working hard to make my mother proud.

Things get better I learned. Things feel better. Things make sense the older you get.

When I was a teenager I made some mistakes.

Thought I would live a life of turmoil and pain.

Here I am, years later, making mistakes still but learning from them.

Looking at the past as a guideline for what I want to leave behind.

Also what I want to bring with me into the future.

I learned from my childhood and teen self that the present isn’t easy, but the future is an escape I wouldn’t want to miss out on.

Goodbye past, hello present, bless you future.