Not everything makes sense and not everything can be healed.
Witnessed things impact differently those that lived there.
And staying in place is not the same as movement that has stopped.
These are words for the moments that stay long after the page has turned.
Sentences that seek to ease the rain.
Statements that bring a little light into the darkness.
Not because hope isn’t around.
Not because flowers can’t be grown.
And not because potential isn’t being painted
But for the thoughts and feelings that remain.
The regret that stirs the tears.
The confusion that makes its own pattern.
Because honesty allows us to be where we are.
To acknowledge the importance of the details that make our stories our own.
And to respond differently to the content as we can.
With some plan for the imperfect days before they arrive.
A delivery that doesn’t re-enforce the conflict nor distracts it.
A truth that we are still the beauty despite storylines that make it a commodity.
In seeing what’s between history and predictions.
What’s been run into to judge not passing moments but ourselves.
And what’s healing about the colors that dance across those pages.
For we have felt the instability of rage’s red as well as the embrace of love’s red.
Adapted to writing shaky lines paired with music that describes our homes so intimately.
Lived in gardens that have spent more time being fed up with weeds than picking flowers.
Not everything makes sense and not everything can be healed.
Witnessed things impact differently those that lived there.
And staying in place is not the same as movement that has stopped.
A lot has passed that can’t be bypassed but it never meant that there wasn’t another way to grow in those territories.
To make sense of us still standing in what can’t be figured out or made good.
And for a particular word, liking us best is its favorite read.
Have the best day, POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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