Matters Of The Heart... 

 

I am like a flower

Not sure of when I will die.

Not sure of when I will grow back again

When I am crushed with pain and cry.

I am not sure if I can hold myself up

When I ache with unbearable pain.

What do I do when my petals fall off?

Do I go find them out in the rain?

What do I do when I'm not given enough water, to make it through the day?

What do I do when I look up in the sky?

And the sun doesn't show a ray?

I stand as tall as a flower would,

As long as I possible can.

I will stand and show my colors,

That is what I plan.

I may drupe and my petals may fall,

But that won't stop me from growing.

My love, honesty and beauty,

I will keep showing.

I am like a flower,

Strong and supreme.

I may be trampled on,But I will never lose faith in my dreams.

 

Journeys are beautiful. You never know what you will come across, who you will meet. It's always so refreshing to see the goodness in people. Each one can show you a new way to look at life. And that is exactly what I look out for. And like I've said for a hundredth time, *smiles* people are like colors.

You know how you own the world, yet you really don't own anything. You realize this when you're world comes tumbling down. You have high ambitions for life and one mistake blows it all away. Your first mistake is when you let your heart rule your mind. That's for the weak and mindless, I tell you. 

You realize you can run for miles and still not escape yourself. You can be among people who call you a relative and yet, there's no affiliation. Your mind is in some other world. You're constantly looking. Your eyes search here and there frantically, you know it's not there but you still keep looking. What you've lost is something so dear to you that you'll do anything, almost anything to get it back.

Have you known times when everything seems perfect, and deep in your heart, you know nothing is right. The unrest eats you up from inside, changes the person you are, makes the world a different place for you. You search for people you own. You find no one. You find solace in spending because it gives you a sense of ownership. You hoard stuff just to fill yourself up. You go crazy doing that.

Then it's just you and a small suitcase that holds together your necessary items in one place. You know that's all there is to you. You know that's all you really need. Sometimes, the test is simply to go through it. 

In the end, it's all between you and God. He pulls you through....  :)