“Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.”
― George Bernard Shaw
Author: Mws R
"If you are going to write, write from the heart." MwsR
"Life has not been the easiest, but it could have been worse!" MwsR
Life is about doing all you can to help others.
Don't go chasing rainbows, make your own pot of gold.
Love, Hope, Faith, the greatest of these is Love!
Pieces from a torn heart
Hurt but never too tired to fight. Drifting in this mindless game, afraid to let doubt enter my brain.
I hear all those voices that tell me to turn and walk away, but I’m too stubborn to do it that way.
I have lots of love that keeps my heart strong.
Although there are pieces scattered from the wrong that has damaged my heart.
I cry the kind of tears that lets out pain.
I also have tears that keep the rest of me sane.
Being me has paid a toll for sure. I can feel it when I second guess my self, and when I am alone to think.
Pieces of a torn heart will never again be whole but somewhere, some way I manage to keep my soul.
Whispers fill my mind with doubt, snaps from conversations with those I love remind me of how little I matter at times.
It is hard to take but I somehow mange to let it leave my consciousness so I can continue, yet again.
I fall sometimes so hard, I swear I am forever broken. Guess what though? I seem to rise despite the hurt from it all.
As if I was a rubber band, I snap back and look in place where I belong.
Is it me or does everyone have some sort of torn heart? I know I am not the only one whose pieces are all out of sorts.
The days I live through seem to have a beginning and an end to them, yet I repeat moments in my life over, and over again.
Almost like a clown working for another’s applause or attention, I find myself saying things and doing things I thought I had forgotten how to.
It seems I have a mechanism that I use to hold my heart’s pieces together.
It is one that hold’s tightly to the slightest of joys, the weakest of effort, and the humbling of pride for even a milli- second. It is when I need to and with whomever, or whatever is my focus.
If you have pieces of a torn heart, do you find something quick enough to grab all them and hold them in place? Or do you take your time and give each piece attention needed for as long as it takes to get them put back right? I guess that would be a matter of personal choice.
I would think that if you can you will try to fix the cracks or tears or at least you would do the best job to make it whole again, despite the time it takes or the effort you have to put forth. As so you should.
Hearts were made to take the worst but give the best. They are special. If you are lucky enough for someone to give you theirs, try and take good care of it. If it gets torn and damaged it will never truly be the same.
Quote for the day
“Think twice before you speak, because your words and influence will plant the seed of either success or failure in the mind of another.”
― Napoleon Hill
Eyes that see
Inside us all, there are ideas, perspectives, thoughts, opinions, and more that have been engrained in us from our life around others. Those things mentioned affect our ways of treating others, either subconsciously or consciously. MwsR
Many times, too many really to recall, I have been before others singing. It was something that I really thought was my “calling” when I was younger. Now, I am not so sure it was a “calling” but more of a “witness”to others. Not long after I had kids it was that I stopped singing for a public audience. I think the part of why I did it when younger was simply not there in my life that had started of my being a mother. Don’t get me wrong, I really thought I could sing and wanted to do it, especially if people would listen, or want to listen. I liked the attention it brought me, and on a personal note, I liked witnessing to others what my heart knew already. I sang in a lot of different venues, but mostly in a church setting. There is where my heart soared when I sang. I felt like there was so much in me that if I did not sing, I would surely burst from it all building up inside.
There was so much music did for me, that music said, and still does today. If a person can relate to another through something that is entertaining, brings a person much joy, or just plain ole speaks to their heart, well then you should do that. One of my favorite songs to sing , especially in church settings was, “My Father’s Eyes” by Amy Grant.
Link below;
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/a/amy+grant/fathers+eyes_20007695.html
This song really spoke to me. It wrote about trying to see people and their circumstances, etc, with eyes full of compassion, and eyes that could feel. I really understood these lyrics because I felt I was always an “empath”from as far as I can remember. I think it does not take a great person to follow the lyrics of this song. I think it takes a person who genuinely wants to see the good in people. A person perhaps, that knows how to empathize because they were treated with empathy, or maybe because there had never been any empathy shown towards them. In this song there is kindness, feeling, and it is about reaching a level where the person can be “Christ-Like”, in a religious standpoint.
http://www.metrolyrics.com/fathers-eyes-lyrics-amy-grant.html
I believe Amy Grant wanted her public audience to be more perceptive to each other. I think that she wanted people to emulate Christ’s love. The Christ you read about in the Bible. Regardless of however you belief or worship, you can relate to this song in one way, shape, or fashion.
Read more about her here, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amy_Grant
Some of the lyrics from the song “My Father’s Eyes”, I have quoted below;
I may not be every mother’s dream for her little girl
And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world
But that’s all right, as long as I can have one wish I pray
When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say
She’s got her Father’s eyes
Her Father’s eyes
Eyes that find the good in things
When good is not around
Eyes that find the source of help
When help just can’t be found
Eyes full of compassion
Seeing every pain
Knowing what you’re going through
And feeling it the same
Read more: Amy Grant – Father’s Eyes Lyrics | MetroLyrics
So the message I hope you gather from reading this blog, isn’t that I love to sing, or that I quit singing in public. The message isn’t about Amy Grant, although I do love her music. The message I hope you get from this blog is
That we all are needed in this world. We all have our struggles, our issues, our downfalls. Despite all that, we keep each other going through encouragement, feeling for another, helping one another, and simply trying to have EYES THAT SEE what another might have going on in their life. You don’t have to be a special person or one that came from some special or privileged background, to reach out and have compassion.We are all in this life for a special and unique reason. It does not matter if you know what that is or not. What really matters is when we get outside our “little bubble world” and actually have EYES THAT SEE.
I am not anyone special or better than anyone else, I just care to see what other’s may have going on.
Thank you for reading!
Quote for the day
“People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing – that’s why we recommend it daily.”
― Zig Ziglar
Thoughts in a poem
Are we ever really sure…
Sometimes things are too much
Too much for us to handle.
Sometimes we are like a clasp on a sandal
Easy to work but with not much fore thought.
Sometimes we can fail to work
To serve our purpose.
When clasps don’t work any longer we replace it with another one.
Clasps serve one purpose ,they are to hold things together,
To keep things from separating.
Sometimes we loose the intended purpose.
Too often we just see this one thing…
When there are many more all around us.
If we were meant to only have one clasp, or better yet given one clasp to last…
What care we would had taken of it!
Quote for Friday
“Your dignity can be mocked, abused, compromised, toyed with, lowered and even badmouthed, but it can never be taken from you. You have the power today to reset your boundaries, restore your image, start fresh with renewed values and rebuild what has happened to you in the past.”
― Shannon L. Alder
Onward… my poem
Onward
No going back,
Not anymore.
No tracing steps that led to the broken doors.
Heart can’t rebuild from what lies behind
I think I have tortured enough, my mind.
This is just a small fraction, I need to stay blind.
Head up ,no bowing, no more
None of us are perfect, not anymore.
Once we were babies , that is when we could explore.
Not today, not at our age
There is always going to be resentment and rage.
It is like we all are performers and life is the stage.
Whatever lies ahead
Let it be kind, with nothing for us to dread.
Always remember the worst thoughts start in our own heads.
Trembling like a kid being punished
That is not what or how it should be , that’s rubbish.
We should be empowered not told to hush.
Again, no one is perfect, no one is above
We all survive, with heartaches and love
We all strive to make it, to the great above.
I say , “Onward”
Let’s move forward.
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