what I'd give to see you heal

After all this time of living, I know you're still finding your feet
and that the adjustment didn't happen overnight and that it eats you up.

I know.

And I know that now you're scared to open up and let them in 'cause

they keep on leaving,

leaving scars all over your chest,

nobody seems to stay.

I know.

And I know that today you've cried a thousand tears

and you fear that these wounds will never heal.

I know.

You're bleeding and I can't find the band aids,

can't find the right words to soothe your hurting insides.

I know.

And I'm sorry I can't fix it all for you,

you have no idea how much I wish I could,

no idea what I'd give to see you be okay.

But we both know you will make it through this in one piece,

and I'm here,

always,

to remind you when you forget.

when life goes fast on you

Life's been going all fast on me lately, and I don't know when it will be slowing down again.
And the mere thought of continuing at this pace sends me into a panic.

I'm scared because I know life doesn't wait for you to live it.

A day begins and a day ends, and what you do in between is your problem.

And in the end, it's up to you to make your own day.

You cannot afford to pass over small joys,

or else you'll spend all your todays waiting for tomorrow,

and that's how a life is wasted.

Remember to remember that there is

blind beauty in the ordinary and you'll

miss it all if you forget

to

slow

down.

So now child,

go ahead,

give yourself permission to breathe.

You need the oxygen.

the things we don't say

They never told you how, sometimes,
the very words that need to be spoken
can be found lodged in throats
and lost between heart and mouth.

That "sorry" may drain you
of the courage you thought you had
and that "I love you" might be
harder to pronounce than
the simplest of words.

They forgot to mention
that sometimes staying
quiet about things will
certainly seem like the
easy way out
and that
raw
and
real
questions
rarely get asked.

The room in your heart
where all the unspoken
words and worries and
hopes and dreams and
silent screams get buried
has been piling up for years.


And now you know
that there's a graveyard
for the words that died on your lips
and funerals for the moments
you were too scared to open your mouth.

dear wide eyed girl

Dear wide eyed girl,

I know that sometimes compassion can feel like a curse that tears your insides apart,

but you listen to me.

Don't ever stop feeling,

it's what keeps you warm in this cold world we live in.

Sometimes your heart will bleed and it will not stop until you feel like you need a blood transfusion.

And yet,

your eyes refuse to stop looking for the hurt and pain,

for the down and out,

for the battered and broken.

When you feel like you want to rip that beating mass of tissue right out of your chest,

you keep going. You remember that the world is better off solely because you exist in it.

Building walls bring you nowhere, it'll leave you lonely and isolated from those that will pour life back into your weary bones.

You just keep your head up and your heart will follow.

I promise you that this world is not always as cruel as it seems.

Dear wide eyed girl,

just open your eyes

and among the hurt and the ugly

you'll find an equal amount of

good and beauty.