Tuesday, August 4, 2015

15 Quotes for When Your Heart Won’t Heal

1.     “And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love , could heal our brokenness.” –Christopher Poindexter

2. “One of the most courageous decisions you’ll ever make is to finally let go of what is hurting your heart and soul.” –Brigitte Nicole

3. “Looking for peace is like looking for a turtle with a mustache: You won’t be able to find it. But when your heart is ready, peace will come looking for you.” –Ajahn Chah

4. “He said, “Above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” –Roald Dahl

5. “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted. He rescues those who’s spirits are crushed.” –Psalm 34:18

6. “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” –Maya Angelou

7. “In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.” –Oscar Wilde

8. “In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it.” –Mitch Albom

9. “When people show you who they are, believe them.” –Maya Angelou

10. “The truth is that it hurts because it’s real. It hurts because it mattered. And that’s an important thing to acknowledge to yourself.” –John Greene

11. “Love doesn’t hurt you. A person that doesn’t know how to love hurts you. Don’t get it twisted.” –Tony Gaskins

12. “You have power over your mind – not outside events. Realize this and you will find Strength.” –Marcus Aurelius

13. “Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.” –Mother Teresa

14. “There are people who can walk away from you… let them walk. I don’t want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you… Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left. And it doesn’t mean that they are a bad person, it just means that their part in the story is over. And you’ve got to know when people’s part in your story is over…” T.D. Jakes

15. “The first step towards getting somewhere is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are.” -Unknown

Tuesday, January 20, 2015


My Grandmother's house was always warm.
The orange-brown carpet was soft beneath my feet.
She served me like I was royalty,
Bringing my Chef Boyardee to the living room.
The television was at my fingertips,
Cartoons filled our days.
Bells were placed as knick-knacks,
And I would ring them loud and proud,
Books had their homes on the shelves,
I would open bindings and prepare to read,
Although the words were foreign symbols to me,
My imagination created stories of whales, foxes, and trees.
She would sit there patiently, listening to this new world.
My mother's Barbie Dolls and a teddy bear were my playmates.
The teddy had a nose that I would smash inside his head, just to see it pop back out.
My grandmother would smile,
Relishing in my simple joys.
Bungees were utilized as Barbie's clothes line.
Ginger-ale and Sunny Delight were kept within the cellar.
This house no longer stands,
But, I always felt at home within her space.
She held my hand and spoke with me,
and I loved her more than words could say.
She was soft spoken and always listened,
She made me feel unafraid.
Her feeble bones show her age.
Her smile is more dimly lit these days.
Her head is not held as high,
Her voice is even softer.
I love her even more each day,
Although my name often leaves her.
When she looks at me with confusion,
As if I am a familiar face within the crowd,
My name, she wants to say it, I can read it in her eyes.
I hold her hand and try to remind her,
Of the times we always had.
Still she is patient with me, the stranger near her bed.
Some days, she sees me and says how long it's been.
These days I cherish fondly, and hold on tight,
I love you, Gram, you are my hero, my inspiration, my solid rock.

Monday, January 19, 2015


There is stillness in the solitude.
I venture through my dreams.
The melody rings clearly.
The droplets from my eyes
glisten in the darkness.
Illumination is striking,
but it shows what should not be seen.
Masked feelings.
Sugar-coated words.
Life is like a show-tune.
You are on your own.
Stand tall.
Be brave.
Love without fear.
Words are easy.
Movement is where we fall.
Listen to your voice,
to your thoughts.
Stay close.
The world around is rustling.
Hold tight.
There is something in the shadows.