Hearts cry….

Wearing ones heart on their sleeves apparently is one I’ll have to review.
It appears to give license for others to treat your heart like a football…worse still a rugby ball!
With disdain and disrespect!
‘Guess I’ll keep it tucked away like everyone else!
Hidden in fear and distrust.
Anger and betrayal.
Guarded from one another…
Guess that’s why mine as been so brutally and cruelly treated.

Off! the sleeves it goes…to be tucked away too.
Upon my sleeves…. Never!
Truly never!

She speaks, that sage of old Wisdom…. Nobody gave you that heart that is beautiful and kind, so they don’t know how to treat it with respect…
Only the one who gave it can….so, close your eyes and let them fill with tears. Then put your hand in your chest and literally take it out and hand it to the Lover of Your Soul for safekeeping….as it stays tucked in Him

Musing away..4

Between sleep and wake, blurry eyes and numb!
Did I just see that?
I read the words that sound like one from a darkened place of never been…yet I read.
Is this what the sound of a breaking of heart is…numb and cold a sound of a darkened place of never been…yet I read.
In silence you wish the words could disappear into the quiet of mid sleep, to the darkened place of never been…
Does anger rise?…but No.
Do tears water in hope of clearing the blur…No.
Numb to the sound of a breaking of heart.

RefinedOne.

Musing away 3….The genesis

Liberty was birth from a discuss as the sky drew its curtains of stary night and true illuminating.
Joy asks….The script from here?

To write the script from here…
Would l be selfish in my narration or truly deliver the description of my love fill heart.
Would I allow my deepest desire arise and see the light of day…if for a moment, or would my love for you swallow up my truth.

To write the script from here…
Would you like to see as my dreams and imagination come to life…Would I erase another’s hopes for mine to live?….if for a moment, or would my love for you swallow up my truth.

To write the script from here….

RefinedOne.