When the sun sets.
And the moon rises.
And the birds flee.
Away from you.
And away from me.
I want you to remember that everything breaks.
Everything cracks.
And everything ages.
But I also want you to remember.
That the sun rises again.
The moon shines bright.
And the birds will be back.
Back for you.
And back for me.
Everything can be fixed.
Those cracks don't mean much.
And with pain comes wisdom.
Over time, everything heals.
The broken hearts.
The lost minds.
The forgotten time.
Is all temporary.
We can heal.
We can deal the cards life has given us.
And we can be dealt.
We can rise above the mountains and build skyscrapers that challenge God's ability.
Nature is beautiful.
But so are we.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.
