Just when I thought I’ve forgotten the scars I took in my flesh and my shadow from yesteryears, a clean start looks like it is about ready to be tainted. I’m afraid I’ve been so used to getting hurt, I’ve acquired an incurable addiction to heartache
The qualms that deter for it’s clearly presumed that remembrance is time’s gift whether we like it or not, gone does not mean forgotten
As my heart sings again, an echo of its previous songs remains in the background but should this be about what I try to hear again or what I audibly hear at the moment?
The world says you can’t love again unless your heart has completely healed but isn’t loving again the only way to heal a pained love?What if it’s the right person you prayed for, you don’t need to appear all new and sound that maybe only in these moments of living loving you do I get the complete healing I deserve?
Now I understand why I still felt broken no matter how I greatly took care of myself. Like a true love’s kiss made to break a curse, maybe you’re the exact antidote to treat my heart, the healer that Love wanted me to wait for…[hopefully]
-art and words by Nicola An
[Am I like one of the Cherokee healers in one of my past lives? ]
The other night before sleep, I randomly thought of reading about herbs and did not expect to read something great about uses of flowers particularly blue hydrangeas, the next morning I was surprised when we went to my sister’s house and I saw a bunch of blue hydrangeas! What’s even more special was the fact that I had been having a constant thought of blue flowers.
To all the MOTHERS and WOMEN with a heart carved out of jewels, thank you for your lesson that gifts come from enduring pain, by this the world learns to see the roses over the thorns. HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY QUEENS AND GODDESSES 🌻👸💃
Wednesday #poetry, back for this month’s #FULLMOON: “Flower Moon”
Oh Watcher of our Souls
fumbling for the Light,
May your bloom rescue
this blighted and sore heart
hiding in the night
Teach me more and better
ways to trust and decipher
the complexities and
travesties in the Universe
Help my Faith in these wished
things to Grow even without
my eyes to witness and my
hands to control
Guide my thoughts,my emotions
and my Spirit in the chasm
breathing with the shadows
underneath the earth
as I wait for my season to
to wake up to the sight of
the Meadow I’ve been dreaming
and painting on the stars
Nicola An art & poetry
Pieces from my poetry book “The Universe at Heartbeat” available for purchase in kindle or in paperback format: Amazon.com [ <a href=”https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/1530582393/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=&sr=%5D” target=”_blank”>https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/1530582393/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=&sr=%5D</a><br>
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Love and bloom beautiful humans!
Thank you 💕
Nicola An 🌌
Pink roses and golden mums to mark the abundance of life on this day; may you see the world as beautiful as the Immaculate Conception.