Big, Beautiful, and Bright

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  1. twilightki

    twilightki Well-Known Member

    On this cold dark night
    crying with sorrow,
    shivering with fright.
    Keep your heart
    Big, Beautiful, and Bright.

    As I shelter you with my light
    trust me, your pain won't last long,
    everything will be alright.
    Just keep your heart
    Big, Beautiful, and Bright.


    Just a shout out, keep your heart big, beautiful, and bright.
  2. On this foggy morning,
    full of mourning,
    all that I possess
    inside my heart
    is hopelessness
    as I blindly go

    No shelter from the pain
    I am no longer strong
    and every little thing seems wrong
    The echo of your wish so bright
    only makes me long for the light
    I used to know...

    (but I thank you for your beautiful words and hope)

  3. twilightki

    twilightki Well-Known Member

    Laying in a pool of sorrow
    all the lights seem dim
    happiness is but a memory

    through sadness
    and times of grief
    I never lose hope

    I always keep in mind
    after a storm
    theres blazing sunshine

    Not my best poem, but I dedicate it to you. It has a strong message I'm sure you could use. Be well my friend. :smile:

    I know it's hard, and I've even at times felt like it's all over. But through times like that, you have to keep your heart big beautiful and bright. Better times are ahead, I'm sure. :)
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  4. I love your words and the message. I wish I myself could "get there from here" but it does my heart good to know SOMEONE can...

    Nevertheless, Thank You

    * * *
    The Long Storm

    and faults
    through famine of the spirit
    Too much of life to begrudge
    Having tried,
    yet always falling
    In desperation I’ve been calling
    But too many are there are to judge me
    instead of any savior sweet,
    naught but only enemies
    and I am my own worst,
    feeling only cursed
    Perhaps, or sure, it’s my perception,
    some brand of self-deception
    But I feel naked before all, as myself,
    even for all there was that I gave
    With so many reasons there seem to blame,
    wounded too many times to name,
    there’s so precious little of me left to save…

  5. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    beautiful poem hun :)
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