I am a beacon for broken people
Everyone’s lives are filled with loss
Sometimes it tears your life apart
So I make myself a caretaker
Of other human hearts
Sooth their hurts
Kiss their scars
Encourage them to love who they are
I am a beacon for broken people
Everyone’s lives are filled with loss
Sometimes it tears your life apart
So I make myself a caretaker
Of other human hearts
Sooth their hurts
Kiss their scars
Encourage them to love who they are
Filed under all, pain and loss, rambles, random
Tagged as broken, heart, hurt, loss, Micropoetry
"I don't create poetry, I create myself, for me my poems are a way to me." ~Edith Södergran
"Poetry is thoughts that breathe and words that burn." ~Thomas Gray
"Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted." ~Percy Shelley