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The Art of a Happy Heart, 8184 East Main Street, Marshall, Virginia. 20115, United States732.325.4209theartofahappyheart@gmail.com

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When I write, it is not for YOU to know ME. * * I write for me to know myself. I write for you to know yourself. 🙏🏻😌💚👁🌀
They say there is beauty in pain- and I believe them... * for there are pages and pages of beauty I have left exposed- on paper... burned... or not yet composed... * for my heart holds poems that even I cannot write. * But what they do not say or understand... is that this pain has been my friend for so long- * has been the art that I hang on these walls... hidden behind the closed doors of my chest... pinned to my sleeve. * So close that I cannot tell the difference between pain and me. * And when that pin decides it is time- for this heart to bleed or heal (what is the difference)... * it bleeds. Flows so furiously slow down the vein of my heart and through this pen... * So much a part of me that I cannot tell where poetry ends and I begin. * And... I am afraid. * I am afraid if I release this pain from my blood- unpin this pain from my heart... that this most trusted friend will finally leave me- * taking with it all the stories from my pages... * Don't you see? I have to keep it. 🙏🏻😔❣️ * * * * * Sacred Poetry: "Bleeding heart" ↡ ✨ THEARTOFAHAPPYHEART.COM ✨
They say there is beauty in pain- and I believe them... * for there are pages and pages of beauty I have left exposed- on paper... burned... or not yet composed... * for my heart holds poems that even I cannot write. * But what they do not say or understand... is that this pain has been my friend for so long- * has been the art that I hang on these walls... hidden behind the closed doors of my chest... pinned to my sleeve. * So much a part of me that I cannot tell the difference between pain and me. * And when that pin decides it is time- for this heart to bleed or heal (what is the difference)... * it bleeds. Flows so furiously slow down the vein of my heart and through this pen... * So much a part of me that I cannot tell where poetry ends and I begin. * And... I am afraid. * I am afraid if I release this pain from my blood- unpin this pain from my heart... that this most trusted friend will finally leave me- * taking with it all the stories from my pages... * Don't you see? I have to keep it. 🙏🏻😔❣️ * * * * * Sacred Poetry ↡ ✨ THEARTOFAHAPPYHEART.COM ✨
Just over here trying to understand and navigate my own watery depths... a quick poem... or a message in a bottle... * * Anchored to this illusion- I call out from the darkness... someone, please come find me. * I keep searching for my lighthouse... you must understand- I want to be found. But my soul is ocean glass, being shaped by these raging waves and the thoughts that overtake me in these quiet hours that seem to have no end. * Drowning in the weight of what it means to be me. I'm so lost out here in this unforgiving sea. 🙏🏻😔💙🌊 * * * * * Sacred Poetry: "Message in a Bottle" ↡ ✨ THEARTOFAHAPPYHEART.COM ✨
 
 

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