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Broken Beautiful
We put walls
around our hearts,
for we are afraid
to get hurt.
We hide away our precious hearts,
inside chests,
frightened that other people
will crack them like porcelain.
But when we construct
a barrier around our hearts,
we start to turn into statues,
wearing either a mask of wood or stone,
for we don't want our hearts
to feel the strife of this world.
And when we're hiding
our ruby hearts,
we're hiding them in dark chests,
and we learn to not trust and be open;
and so our hearts don't grow.
Instead of love settling on hearts,
we let the dust and ashes
scatter everywhere
on our hearts,
on us;
slowly forgetting our true selfs,
as we start molding along with the world.
It seems like we're turning
into robots,
trying not to feel;
but as hard we try, we fail;
for we are people, we are humans,
and we can't help, but care.
We can't help, but love;
for we're made to love and be loved.
And though we attempt
to be empty,
the feeling emptiness
isn't meant for us;
it just doesn't suit us, it doesn't fit us.
For we are meant
to be
filled and overfilled
with the light
that shines around us
and in the universe,
with the stars;
the light
that is in
this world
and that we can find
if we just peel
back the skin
of this hurting world.
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I know the feeling of being afraid to get hurt. And it's a frightening feeling. I really do think that people are afraid to feel. And I understand. Because I was one of those people. I think most of us hide our hearts and put walls around ourselves, thinking that we'll be safe. Maybe to some extent it is "safe," but I don't think it is safe. For when we hide ourselves, we're afraid to trust, love, and be open. We don't let our hearts grow. Our hearts are meant to grow. We are meant to live, not just merely exist. To me, it seems like most people, are doing a fairly good job of imitating robots. I truly belive that we live in a hurting world, but there's still hope. If you just see peel the skin of our world, there is light. We live in a broken, beautiful world. I hope this all makes sense. I hope ya'll enjoy it! Thank you for stopping by to read it! ^_^