It's the small things that matter.
It's the small things that ensure something bigger is coming.
The little tap on the wrist, the little note in your bag.
To know that someone cares is all that we really want.
To be remembered and not forgotten.
To have the scars be, not only beautiful, but to be admired.
Having your strengths be found even if you can't find them yourself.
Knowing that if you disappeared one day, someone would go looking around the world for you.
They are the things that draw you into the present.
Memories that surface, or that have been thrown in a pile.
Shadows can either get darker or a small match can ignite the other torches.
All the little things that make you smile.
All the little things that make you cry.
If it's a there, it infects.
Nobody knows why.
That little voice in your head, the little urge to make a move, the subtle and short words that fall out.
It could be the straw that broke the horse's back.
Or it could be the comment that keeps you going.
It all adds up.
Little becomes big and all of a sudden, the rain outside is roaring.
It's no longer just a patter.
It reminds us that we are what we can take.
And that even the smallest things matter.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Of A Broken Heart And A Poisoned Mind
PoesíaThe title might seem a bit morbid but the poetry here is simply made. These are in the form of SPOKEN WORD (and some other things) and might have many different meanings for many different people. In this book, there are both light and dark verses...
