Complete

Oh, everyone can love a rose.

But go love a leaf. 

Plain, ordinary and unnoticed, hidden behind the beauty of the flower. 

Go love a leaf.

And notice how the smallest of things are what make the picture complete. 

Heavy

Put it down. The tiredness, the heaviness. 

The brick tied to your heart.

The lead on your feet. 

Put it down. It's heavy. 

It's not yours to carry. 

Let it go to the water, to the air and the mountains. 

Let it circle above you and reach the stars. 

But it's not yours. 

No. 

Let it go. 

Ruby

 I don't want this anymore. I've had enough. 

I'm worth more than this. I thought you may have known that, but you haven't realised it.

Set me free and leave me alone. Let what is meant for me find me, be it happiness, peace, longing and love. 

If you've gone then why are still  standing in the way? 

Clouds

 I'll look up and see hearts in the sky. I know you won't though. You'll only see a mass of white cloud. Nothing. 

But the trick is to look with hope and wonder. To see something in everything. To look for a sign in everything. To question, "Are you there? Are you talking to me? Show me". 

And then you'll see. 

Sand

And there comes a day where it falls apart. Everything that was built over the years turns to sand slipping through your fingers. 

What was love once, has turned to indifference. When you needed them, they didn't come. They are occupied with their life. 

And you start to forget the special things, the years, the moments. 

You slowly let go of memories, and photos don't take you back anymore. 

You start to forget the colour of their eyes and how they took their tea. 

And the once golden sand is wet and cold. 

Walls

 It's been a quiet two days. I've been writing to you but you haven't responded. You're lost in your world, and the walls are high. I'm not going to scour those walls, hoping that you might let me in. No. I'll wait here, on this side. Quiet and patient, because I know that when you eventually miss me, you'll come. 

Damaged

 We are born perfect and pristine.

Over time, we wear and tear.

Damaged hearts and minds.

Souls blackened over time.

But we somehow survive,

And still stand...

Hoping that we will be accepted ...

As damaged as we are.