My brother asked me to wear my trauma as an ornament around my neck so my past can run alongside me. These rubies are red from when my heart bled, the first time I experienced heartache. These sapphires are the from the waves I drowned in back when getting out of bed took every ounce of strength my bones could muster. These crystals framing them are the repetitions of failed chances I gave to amend that what was already and the studs, they're the gifts of tough love lessons and this emerald, right at the centre, is me. Ever evolving, dancing between hurting & healing into the royal and higher self I can be.
This unfinished breathtaking beautiful ornament around my neck is a masterpiece under construction. Shall we call it the glory of my mistakes or just all of My becoming? Whatever we call it, I want my beloved brother to know that I'm wearing it with pride.
- yuva
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Heartache & Hope
PoetryA compilation of the experiences I encountered and the emotions I felt on my journey to heal from heartache I the purest vessel of art and expression: poetry.
