55 - We are all flowers

We are all flowers

Growing

Peeking up from the grass

Stretching out

Reaching for the sun

Roots digging through the soil

Craving water

Needing light

We are beautiful

We come in all shapes and colors

We may bow our heads in the wind

But we rise again after the storm has passed

Again and again

55 - Fall on me

it’s wet and wild

it’s good for me

i need it in order to grow

going out there and letting it embrace me

taking shelter from it or letting it cover me

breathing it

smelling it

listening to the music it brings

heavy on the rooftops

gentle at the windows

fall on me

beautiful rain

55 - Just do it

The candles were lit, the meal had been fantastic. “I need more than this”, she told him, looking straight into his brown eyes. “You and I have been together for fifteen years. We have been on this rollercoaster ride through heaven and hell, your hand in mine, my head on your shoulder. Now marry me.”

55 - Red eye

You have never had me

You have never known me

I have met you in other people

But never in myself

I won’t let you get me

I will never open my door for you

I feel sorry for those who did

I admire the ones brave enough

To ask you to leave

Red eye

55 - Strong

i was born

i was

i am

i will be

i stand

i feel

i want to be

my voice is

my legs are

my love is

my faith is

my lungs are

my beliefs are

my friends make me

you make me feel

powerful and

beautiful and

smiling and

tall and

loved

and

…strong

55 - Going home

On the train
I put my feet up
Lean back into my seat
Gather thoughts from today,
try to organize them a bit
I watch the trees fly by
The snow
The purple sky, so cold
I close my eyes
and I listen to the sounds from the tracks
The rythm
soothing
I'm going home

55 - He's gone

One dark evening in another universe:

Car. Door. Footsteps.

Arrives.

Running out to meet him.

I missed you.

What's that look on his face?

A letter.

But why?

Nothing.

He gets in the car.

Read it and call me.

Leaves.

I read it sitting on the floor.

Realizing what just happened

I cry.

He's gone.

I just used 55 words to describe how if felt having my heart broken when I was 16. If I think back really hard, this is how I remember things. But since I am a lot older now, the thing I remember the most is the love. The happy moments. The passion. The excitement. I remember kissing. Learning about love. And life. And that almost everything in life seem to happen for a reason. My heart healed, obviously. Eventually it did. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?