Petals of my Heart
Saturday, June 06, 2009
The cherry blossom tree blooms a pale pink.
Its flowers' petals are shaped like tiny hearts.
If each petal that fell was a tear I cried over you,
I'm afraid that the cherry blossom tree would be bear,
though it has thousands, possibly millions, of blossoms.
And there, under its ugly naked branches,
would lie an ocean bleeding pink teardrops
like my heart's crying and leaking out lost love.
Then, someday, all the painful petals will be swept away
by a strong wind that happened to blow my way.
Maybe at least one little petal might stay in my heart,
tucked away safely in the dark.
Still, after all that pain
that left me fragile and numb,
spring will come again,
and so will love.
Daily Miracle
A blinding white that announces the sun
that is even more blinding that it damages your eyes.
All this is floating around in the beautiful clear blue space
where all our worries and cares fly away.
This spell-binding daily miracle is medicine for the soul.
The warmth of the golden rays of heaven's light
soak through the ever-dying skin
to reach the soul within.
A tingling sensation of joy spreads throughout
the body and cures any type of frown.
These rays are drops of happiness
that fall upon us all planted in this mess
of fear, hatred, jealousy, greed, and violence.
They are just little gifts from God
to give us hope and relieve us of our stress.
We just have to take time to see this miracle.
Shading my eyes from the awesome sun,
I smile as I catch drops of joy in my palm
and embrace a warmth that caresses my pain
and massages all my inner wounds of the day.
This simple magic is enough for me to continue walking
on for the rest of my days forever smiling.
[This poem was published in my high school's Lit Mag]Labels: poem
