Dear Heart Broken By Fate,
I am so glad you found the strength to write
trusting I will understand
the will it takes to lift a pen
when crushed by fate's cruel hand.
I too have staggered from such blows
that shatter, wrench and break.
I appreciate your heart's travail and
your fear of repeating past mistakes.
Love truly is a rose with thorns.
Once pricked you're bound to bleed.
Tis easy to become callused and
refuse new hope to seed.
I believe there is good in everyone
... though in changing quantities.
It ebbs and flows like rain and sun
... tides of uncertainties.
The earth may rock, the stars may fall
and moonbeams may be brittle glass.
Perhaps the biggest myth of all
is that love is always meant to last.
After all, you see
things shift and grow ... often not in unison.
Forever lasts only of of the soul.
Mortal life being fallible ...
decaying like autumn's discard leaves.
Love, my friend is impalpable...
apt to scatter on an errant breeze.
Yes love is often lost... but also found.
And I pray dreamers never lose their dreams.
For dreaming elevates lives
far more than it brings us to our knees.
Because in truth, nothing is fixed;
our futures remain a mystery.
Our role is learning how to dance
between life's two great immensities.
So open up,
give love another chance
Without it we aren't whole.
Love is the cosmic journey that purifies our souls.
Yes, Heart Broken By Fate,
you will find inner peace again.
One day you’ll step out of the clouds
and leave grief's freezing rain.
Heed loving messages dreamt in dreams
sent by our dear departed ones.
It's all about believing...
You’ll have your day back in the sun,
because time always eases pain.
True grace is acceptance and release
... sometimes nothing is to blame.
Tears dampen the dying rose....
hold memories both dear and close.
But tap into the power living love will bring.
Give up your ghosts my friend
and walk out into spring.
No promises you'll remain unscathed.
Love holds no guarantees.
But I swear by all that is good and right
only love will set you free.
I believe this with my very being...
and that our lost loves would agree.
Signed,
with the utmost sincerity,
Your friend and fellow poet
Sheri Twila Lowe
(I believe in the power of love)
Bronze trophy winner
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I can only give you 3 clappies but if I could I would give you all the stars of heaven. Pam
