Back to Love

When your heart gets accustomed to being broken
you learn not to love.

When your soul gets accustomed to being crushed
you learn to be cold.

When your soul finds a place to call home
you learn what it feels to be loved.

When your eyes get accustomed to flooding with tears
you learn to look away.

When your voice is accustomed to going unheard
it learns to get quieter until you just stop talking.

When your voice is not just heard but celebrated
you learn what it’s like to feel loved.

When your love isn’t valued, you learn to exist
in places that are too small for you.

When your love is valued
you learn to let your walls fall and your guards melt
until all doubt washes away; you feel whole.

When you learn that your life doesn’t matter
you learn to exist on the boundary of invisibility
being equally overlooked and loathed.

When your dreams become accustomed to meeting dead air
and you’re made to feel like a foolish dreamer,
you learn to stop dreaming.

When your dreams are given the wings of encouragement
you learn to take risks, to never settle for anything
you learn that the sky was never the limit. You learn
to chase your dreams wherever they take you. And
you learn that it all leads you right back to love.

Peace & Love,
Rosalind

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About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link: http://www.amazon.com/Rosalind-Guy/e/B00BGH5F88/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432491754&sr=8-1.
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