Saturday, February 27, 2016

Elements



It's funny:  People love the sun even though it burns them...and people despise the rain even though it washes them clean.

Sometimes, I think we, as humans, are drawn to pain.  What is the focal point of so many poems?  Country songs?  Romantic comedies?  "Love" was probably the first word to pop into your head, and I would imagine that "heartbreak" followed soon after.  In all reality, though, love is the only emotion powerful enough to cause the devastating let down after a true heartbreak.  

The sun has the power to burn us, but we embrace the sun because it also brings us light.  If you let it, the rain can cleanse your body...your spirit...your soul!  Nevertheless, all we seem to see is that rain also has the power to completely destroy us.  If it rains too hard - too much - you will drown.  In essence, the water will suffocate you until you are less and less of who you once were.  It is then that you become nothing more than a body...the shell of someone who was.  

The sun leaves no marks.  When it burns you up - the tops of the  flames various shades of blue - there will be no proof.  There will be no proof that you ever even existed.  There will be no traces of you left behind.  

So let me ask you...which is worse?  Love is heartbreak.  Heartbreak is love.  You can't have one without the other; all you can do is hope for the right balance.  

The sun will burn, but it will also light the way.  You may practically drown the rain, but it is then that you will learn how to swim.  Everything will wash away, but you.  You, my dear, will stay above the water.  

We may say that we love love and hate heartbreak, but the truth is that with great heartbreak there is great love.  If the love is strong enough it will overcome the heartbreak,  if the heartbreak prevails then we must know in our hearts that an even better love will follow.  It is important to appreciate and claim all of the moments that we experience.  Love the good, the bad, and the ugly.  I have loved it all, but I have honestly learned the most from the rain.
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Sometimes, I think we humans are drawn to pain.  What is the focal point of so many poems?  Country songs?  Romantic comedies?  "Love" was probably the first word to pop into your head, and I would imagine that "heartbreak" followed soon after.  In all reality though, love is the only emotion powerful enough to cause the devastating let down of a true heartbreak.  

The sun has the power to burn us, but we embrace the sun because it also brings us light.  If you let it, the rain can cleanse your body...your spirit...your soul!  Nevertheless, all we seem to see is that rain also has the power to completely destroy us.  If it rains too hard - too much - you will drown.  In essence, the water will suffocate you until you are less and less of who you once were.  It is then that you become nothing more than a body...the shell of someone who was.  

The sun leaves no marks.  When it burns you up - the tops of the  flames various shades of blue - there will be no proof.  There will be no proof that you ever even existed.  There will be no traces of you left behind.  

So let me ask you...which is worse?  Love is heartbreak.  Heartbreak is love.  You can't have one without the other; all you can do is hope got the right balance.  

The sun will burn, but it will also light the way.  You may practically drown the rain, but it is then that you will learn how to swim.  Everything will wash away, but you.  You, my dear, will stay above the water.  

We may say that we love love and hate heartbreak, but the truth is that with great heartbreak there is great love.  If the love is strong enough, it will overcome the heartbreak.  If the heartbreak prevails, then we must know in our hearts that an even better love will follow.  It is important to appreciate and claim all of the moments that we experience.  Love the good, the bad, and the ugly.  I have loved it all, but honestly, I have learned the most from the rain.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Moon Walking on a Treadmill

I hate running, but I run like I am training for the summer olympics 

All the while, my feet stay still
For it is only my mind that is running away

My "what ifs" consume most of my time 
I run from what could be by focusing on what I think should be, and oh - how it ruins me

I am running on a treadmill 
Everyone around me is moving 
Even my own feet go through the motions, but they never actually take me anywhere
Sometimes I think they will, but then all of the people around me start to blur
I realize then that they are moving;
I am the one who is staying still 

I feel like I must be the moon
The moon follows alongside your car at night, but the sad truth is that the moon never really goes anywhere 
It tricks everyone into thinking that it moves with them, but in all reality it is just lighting the way for everyone else

I am a light, but how can I stay bright when it is only a matter of time until I drown in the darkness again?

I am full.  I am half.  I am gone.

No one appreciates the endless light I have to give, but they always find fault with me when I am gone

I am surrounded by darkness all the time, but for  them even one night is just too much to bare
Maybe that is why I am given the responsibility of being the moon
At my weakest, I am strong
I continue to carry on, bringing my light with me wherever I go...even when no one appreciates it

Perhaps someday my perseverance will finally  take me somewhere
Until then, I will keep shining down, and light up as much of the world as I possibly can