My Blujay

  Come closer. Can you hear it?

  No? Then, come closer yet.

  Can't you hear the falling,

  The bursting of tears on pavement?

  We are surrounded by a world full of people

  Who are suffering.

  We are surrounded by people who need

  Someone whose ears are open and listening.

  We were not born sob stories.

  We were not born into this slavery of misery.

  We were not born with glass bones and paper skin,

  Born to tear and shatter so easily.

  We were born miracles.

  We were beautiful, cherished creations.

  But as we grew up, we were taught that it was okay to be abused

  By a world who knew not the meaning of elation.

  A whole world, we learned, was out to get us,

  And we were given no shields.

  We were given no swords, no comforting words.

  We were thrown out into a minefield.

  The bombs of judgement exploding

  To our left and to our right.

  The shrapnel of self-doubt

  Pierced our hopes of love mid-flight.

  We are all damaged goods.

  We all are salvaged parts.

  We have all been hurt in some way or another

  By the knives of hate that pierced our hearts.

  We were not meant to be so brittle,

  So easily crumbled and diminished to dust.

  But those jagged words tore at us,

  Those acidic mouths fired arrows at the walls around our hearts until they too were bust.

  We have all been crushed by the load

  Of a thousand negativities.

  How could we possibly sift through all of that ash to find the one thriving flower

  The one remaining hope in our soul's ruined cities?

  Down here among the burned building's remains,

  We look down at our feet.

  There is no further to fall, for we have given our all,

  And there are no more hopes to depleat.

  We then gaze up,

  Gaze up at the skeletons of that grandiose city we once knew as our self-esteem,

  And see that there is nowhere to go but up,

  For we have an entire city to clean.

  It is an immense undertaking,

  But we were born with this strength!

  With the ashes and ruins, we can build a shield to defend our hearts, a sword to tear down those burning words,

  A better wall in which only love and beauty can surpass its length.

  We must defend our city in shambles,

  And when there is a shattered comrad,

  We must greet them with open arms

  For they have been through the worst of it, they know to what extent things have been bad.

  And when there is that rare creature

  Who glides over the wall around your heart and invites themself in

  And speaks strange, now unfamiliar words of love,

  Let them in, for they are here to help the healing and rebuilding begin.

  They are your island of light,

  An escape, a city of serenity, a place of shelter are they.

  Fly to them when things get dark,

  My beautiful blujay.

  One day,

  I pray,

  We will all have the endless optimism and love

  That they behold, for look and see how contentedly at peace are they.

  Allow me to be that for a moment.

  I wish to tell you only how beautiful and deserving of love and happiness you are.

  You are incredibly, unknowabley important,

  And you are changing the world with every blink, with every thought, with every breath, with every word, with every beat of the heart.