Stop and listen to the beauty of the new day. Then breathe. Again.

Have I told you lately, but not today
The alluded charm has beat down my doors?
Perhaps
You know not what I am talking about
Or where this comes from, if not the heart
Hiding behind the shadow of smiles, reality drifting
I’m coming apart

I heard you whisper to my heart
So far away
The distance in the forever range
Can it be my mind playing games?
Yet
I close my eyes, and my soul smiles
Tossing out the truth for a while

A flower. There must be a flower always, to color my world. This picture is dedicated to #MondayRed #ColorChallenge by @Kalemandra.

Whispered words, cannot be heard
But, only by the heart
As it should be
My love, my love

Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post again and again, I am encouraged by you, for the time you take to visit, comment or even upvote. For all of these reasons, I am eternally grateful. Don't ever forget what a wonderful world we live in, people. Let's hold hands around the globe and make this earth really spin. Some days, it is not as easy to see, how wonderful it really is. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.

they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?

i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,

"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"

warsan shire