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Even if you’re a gentian and not a rose, you’re still awesome!

Burns Like Cold Iron...

GOD MADE A LITTLE GENTIAN

God made a little Gentian—
It tried—to be a Rose—
And failed—and all the Summer laughed—
But just before the Snows

There rose a Purple Creature—
That ravished all the Hill—
And Summer hid her Forehead—
And Mockery—was still—

The Frosts were her condition—
The Tyrian would not come
Until the North—invoked it—
Creator—Shall I—bloom?

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🙂 A nice poem.

Burns Like Cold Iron...

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can…

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All We Are Is Broken Glass…

All we are is Broken Glass,

Thrown to the floor

We were never meant to last.

And all we are are empty shells,

Try to pick us up,

You’re gonna cut yourself…

Sometimes that’s how I feel. Like a bunch of broken glass that just gets more and more broke. Like I was once something whole, that fell off the shelf, got knocked over. Got broke. Got put back together again. Kept getting knocked over, kept breaking, kept getting put back together. After a while though, some of the pieces are too small to use. You have to throw them away. Eventually, when you get knocked down and broken enough, and then put back together again, though it looks like you’re whole from a distance, you’re not. Those little cracks show through, there’s a little hole here and there where the piece just couldn’t fit anymore.

You know what I’m taking about, right?

I’m talking about your frikkin’ sanity, your fragile thoughts and hopes and dreams. When something doesn’t go your way, or someone pushes your around or breaks you. And you just feel like shit. I don’t claim to be an expert on psychology (partly ’cause I thought that class sucked), or what to do if you just want to find some broken glass and have at it. But I do have some experience with this kind of stuff, and I get it, I really do.

So, you’re broke (and I’m not talking financially). What do you do now? How do you find those little pieces and put them back in again? Sometimes you can’t. It’s not because you’ve given up in that hope or dream, it just isn’t relevant anymore. You’ll get around to it eventually, but you’ve got bigger things goin’ on right now. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing; it’s called putting your priorities in order.  You realize that you’re not Superman, you can’t do everything (at least, not by yourself). And that’s alright too. Half of living is realizing that you’re not invincible, and you do need help. You need to take care of yourself. And I’m talkin’ mentally and emotionally right now. It’s hard to take care of others when you yourself is feeling broken into itty bitty little shards. Not to mention that when someone tries to help us up, we cut them on our broken and jagged edges. Thereby creating more pain, in ourselves and others. Let those sharp edges get worn away. Like beach glass. Pretty soon, those harmful edges are gonna be gone, rounded away to something manageable.

Giving up is the worst thing you can do. Don’t ever say “I don’t care”, especially when you do care. Don’t limit yourself to your own expectations. You know why? ‘Cause most of the time, your expectations are wrong. If you think that all you have to look forward to in life is a quick death, then you have given up. And you shouldn’t. Never give up on yourself, ’cause there will always be someone counting on you. Believing in you. And your hopes and dreams might get broken occasionally, but hey, it just means you can put them back together even better than before. You can have new hopes. There isn’t a dream limit.

Being broken doesn’t mean that you’ll never be whole again. You’ll find something or someone worth living for, and you’ll kick ass. You’ll show the people who break you that you just went through hell and came out a better person. A stronger person. That those pieces of glass were put back together and you’re okay. And even if you’re never really quite whole again, like me, that’s okay. As long as you’re happy and you’ve got someone or something that you love, then hold on to it, and keep it from breaking. Do your best; no one can ask anything more of you.

Michael out.