Fear

The tragedy lies not in the broken wing,

but in the fear of the mended one.

~Heather Westover

Broken

Loose gravel on a broken road.

I am tripping, falling;

Reaching for grace.

~Heather Westover





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The color of love...

"Real love blushes in a rainbow of pink."

~Heather Westover






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Finding Love

"I know he likes me when his hand finds mine first, but I know he loves me when our hands meet in the middle."

~Heather Westover

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Whispers...

I have found that if I sit still long enough,

I can hear the whispering of my heart.

~Heather Westover

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The Storm

Rain falls like threads of glass,

Shattering on the pavement below;

And I am caught between.

~Heather Westover

I felt it today, that ache to write... Oh, how I love that ache! That intense need to pour your emotions into words. But as always, once I sat in front of the computer, I was struck with fear. Frozen. My fingers unmovable, tangled in insecurity. The light from the monitor covered me in darkness. My hands couldn't, or wouldn't type. The connection from my heart to my hands severed, cut clean through with one slice. I doubted, and judged my own emotions as I forced key after key to somehow type my fear away. Until, at last, I felt the surge, the air becoming damp, and electric as a storm of words began falling from my finger tips. The keys softly clanking, splattering, raining emotion on to the canvas of white before me. I am drenched, I am awake, I am alive.


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