Moments are for keeps.
Details are for keeps.
Feelings are for keeps.
As the weeds saved in gardens.
Words saved in stories.
Colors saved in artwork.
And lines saved in songs.
For the weight fused between hearts and minds.
The shadows drowning homes in darkness.
The voices worrying about what needs to be handled.
And for the not all right that comes from unstoppable forces coming to play.
Leaving us to underestimate our ability to communicate differently.
To show up for the anguish in the mirror.
To walk landscapes where blooms are still dormant seeds in the ground.
With that kind of blue giving and taking despite hope.
Isolating instead of capturing more of the view.
And normalizing rhetoric that was never meant to stay.
What we’ve experienced isn’t for keeps.
How silhouettes have been held isn’t for keeps.
Where feelings of helplessness have remained isn’t for keeps.
As whispers working to introduce something different.
Rough drafts not waiting to get it right to touch the care.
Blue spinning the block to rest in softer hands.
And sorrow recognizing songs but not at the expense of love.
For things to quietly get some power from good enough.
Walls struggling with arrangements to take on more moments of help.
Phases of shaking to be seen as freestyling dance moves.
And tears rolling down to take their time crossing the borders of labels.
Allowing the benefit of being in between the mixed messaging.
To view more than the whatnots normally stared at in the mirror.
And to continue on since seeds don’t always end up playing the part of flowers.
We can’t count the times we were able to just forget life but we do remember why we have used a lot of blues on our canvases.
We can’t count the hours we’ve looked up at a perfectly blue sky but we do remember how many moments we have tried to figure a way out while looking up.
We can’t count the wanted things that we took by the hand but we do remember all the things that follow along making us blue.
And we can’t count the times that we have accepted us as we are, but we do remember all the ones where blue has called red by its storyline name.
But while to keep or not to keep is a messy game, blue quietly connects with us as a reminder that it’s made up of varying hues and so are we.
Have the best day, POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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