Cocoon

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Well based on your smile
I’m betting all of this
Might be over soon
But you’re bound to win
Cause if I’m betting against you
I think I’d rather lose
But this is all that I have

So please
Take what’s left of this heart and use
Please use only what you really need
You know I only have so little
So please
Mend your broken heart and leave

I know it’s not your style
I can tell by the way that you move
It’s real, real soon
But I’m on your side
And I don’t want to be your regret
I’d rather be your cocoon
But this is all that you have

So please
Let me take what’s left of your heart and I will use
I swear I’ll use only what I need
I know you only have so little
So please
Let me mend my broken heart and

You said this was all you had
And it’s all I need
But blah blah blah
Because it fell apart and
I guess it’s all you knew
And all I have
But now we have
Only confused hearts and
I guess all we have
Is really all we need

So please
Let’s take these broken hearts and use
Let’s use only what we really need
You know we only have so little
So please
Take these broken hearts and leave

Love After Love

I’ve posted this poem before but I need to post it again to remind myself of how important it is in giving gratitude and appreciation to oneself after a series of emotional roller coasters. Thanks to my soul mate in a parallel universe, Tom Hiddleston, who has given me so much inspiration through his life in Twitter, and introduced this poem to me. This wordplay personified, is a hug and a pat on the back.

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(Photo from a scene in the movie “Tree of Life”- astounding film which I highly recommend)

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
 
and say, sit here.  Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine.  Give bread.  Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
 
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
 
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.  Feast on your life.
 

Derek Walcott 

Exactly what I’ll be doing for a long time. 😉