You are not a lonesome freeway with a history of accidents, or the damaged record of every pair of palms that tried to unravel you.
You are not a regret,not a letdown.Here you are, living like a scarlet war-no part of you wants to be real.
This is when you need to open like a bud to the arms that hold you;this is when you need to let them love you, even if you'd prefer to run from the sun into the shadowy sirens that call your name like a prayer.
Repeat after me- You are a vessel of roses, and you won't always be bloom, but I promise that the frost never stays for long. I promise that the light will find you.
I dedicate this piece to every person that feel they have lost too much in life and so nothing makes much sense anymore. I want you to know that on the days you feel like you have no music left inside your dry bones, remember that your heartbeat is too a song- and it is quite possibly the truest, most beautiful soundtrack to your life.
I therefore, challenge you to wakeup every single day with the opportunity to start feeling positive again.
Inspiration gotten from seed planted on concrete - poetry by Bianca Sparacino
