This is a poem I wrote for my dear friend Mary. 💕 I want to start a series of poems written for you all, my sweet followers. If you would like me to dedicate a poem to you: DM me and we can talk about your struggles, and feature one of my poems on your story. 💕 Much love - Rachel
You are such a lovely thing in such a sad world.
There are times you’ve been afraid, terrified really,
Not sure if you should hide your feelings
Confused, trembling, angry,
Asking God ‘why me?’ You felt lost and alone
Around people who called you one of their own.
Pretending not to hear
Them whispering ear to ear
Pretending you didn’t know they spoke about you
The tears you won’t even show
Finally prayer made you feel better
Helped you put the broken pieces back together
You were smiling, thriving
You thought at last you would be fine.
Then you shatter.
Losing something that really matters
But perhaps.....it will get better.
You are strong
You are brave
You will make it
You speak of heroes as if they are the Knighted Broken. The ones whom Sacrifice bowed before, knees hitting the ground, in final tribute to all She had taken. For Sacrifice knows Her costs, and She understands the reasons that make the heroic choose Her over all others. She is not the easy one. Not like Vainglory. She is quiet, standing there in Her battered armor, the road before Her paved in sword tips and anguish. Always with Her head held high and Her gaze forever trained on the horizon.
She knows the price She asks, and She does not barter. She does not promise. And She knows that not all dreams will find themselves with fairness in her hands.
Because that is the World, and She never had a say in its creation.
But She loves her heroes, those who reforge themselves along the path She guides them down, and it is why, unlike all others, She offers herself before them at the end. Anointing them with Her own hand, as they move beyond Her to those places She can never go.
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i think i buried the sound of your heartbeat too early. you can’t bury a wildfire. // NICOLE TING.
has february been a bit of a rollercoaster for anyone else, or is it just me?
although i fear that every time i look at them, i will be overwhelmed with the feeling i once felt... the feeling of my heart belonging to a person whose heart is not capable of containing merely a fraction of the love i wish to express...
I’m going to write a poem and I wanna get your guys opinion on it. -
Loosing a loved one. The fear is unknown it’s like looking into the abyss and never seeing the end of it. It’s like everything you once knew or ever known was a lie your scared of the light but feel more comfort in the dark because in the dark you imagine light and space and everything in between it’s like a moment of bliss, but once the light hits you are bombarded with questions of what if’s or why didn’t i or what could I have done to make it better. Your brain boggling and swaying as if your on a burdened ship not knowing if these words will make you drown. -
i wrote this, because i was watching a close friend go through something absolutely devastating. they had lost their entire world and the heartache they felt radiated beneath their skin, as they tried to continue living their life as they would have normally done, had they not endured such traumatic loss. when i wrote this, it wasn’t something i felt, it was something that i observed... but now, i re-read my words and it resonates with me so deeply. i did not anticipate the accuracy in past me’s words, and how well they have described present me’s feelings...