Love me like you mean it
and tell me if you feel it.
Don’t pretend to fool
this broken heart of mine
or these bashfully-shed
tears that my face shines.
I am no broken kite nor withered flower
that you can simply let go
or choose to trample upon.
For this soul once throbbed with life,
nurtured dreams and desires;
and I shall hold on to
a fragile wisp of hope
till I choose to die.
Time has left me brittle.
This tree of mine is dear to fall as
the bark stands witness
to all that I have weathered.
My branches spread bare,
no more leaves for shade to share.
The flowers and the fruits
have long left me;
so long ago that their
faint scent do not disturb me.
But like the spring I dearly welcome
are those memories that you’ve given me.
I feel a new spirit arise
one I know I lack.
It is the spirit of love and hope
that you once mirrored back.
What we once were is now my blood.
It has become the heartbeat that
revives the part of me that matters most – my soul.
Break open and feel the wind as it caresses,
passing over you in delicate delight.
Bask in the warmth of the sun that shines
and calls out to you from deepest slumber.
Arise and you shall pleasantly find
the world in all its beauty beckon;
teasing you to gather its magic and glory
into the wings you have been bestowed with.
Touch the sky for it is your haven,
imbibe the spirit of the wind for it is your soul.
Kiss the blossoms with passion for they have been laid out
for you to dwell in their sweetest nectar.
Blend in shades and hues abundant
that Mother Nature is generous to offer;
and spread your beautiful, colorful charm
for it is your vocation, answer you call.
Every individual is like a butterfly – beautiful and colorful. And just like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, every person needs to go through trials and tribulations to finally grow out their wings and soar. So the next time you feel low, think about those wings that you need to stretch out to soar up highinto your horizon!
Cheers to all fellow butterflies!
Salvage the dying gleam
of a tarnished vision.
Cleanse it deep with an
undying fuel of hope; and
through the dying embers of faith
perhaps one can see
life breathing anew,
love blooming afresh,
dreams that turn real
lest all soul dissolve away.
For the people I consider dear and love the most – They know who they are 😉
Deemed to be impossible
I strode on hopelessly.
The road seemed endless;
no soul in sight.
And then you came along
with a spirit and joy
so abundant, you gleamed
and to me it flared.
Revived and replenished
in spirit and soul.
I bother not, neither care
of the way unknown.
For to me you’ve brought
more than gifts galore;
you brought me the heart
I was in need of so sore.
soulmetry 