A mosaic is a work of art made of broken pieces; are broken hearts also masterpieces?
Hair and makeup undone
But I’m done
Nope, this isn’t a dry run
Believe it or not, I’m all done
Washing machine after the clothes has spun
Shooting out lines like a water gun
Ladies and gents I’m done
Perfectly imperfect little someone
Carefully knitted together by The One
Who’s only just begun
Yet simultaneously all done
I’m not taking suggestions from anyone
And this is no competition
Made by God, loved by The Son
Don’t try to change me, I’m all done
Dear child, why are you so sad?
What has your spirit so low?
Why do you roam about like a hopeless nomad?
Like there’s nowhere you’re welcomed, nowhere to go?
Why are your eyes pools for bitter tears?
To what or to whom have you lost your joy?
Have you finally made reality of your fears?
Is that quarter smile your best attempt at a decoy?
Lift your head, dear child
Don’t let another’s dark cloud dampen your bright future
Let your heart’s broken vase be beguiled
Heal your tired soul with hope, let that be your heart’s suture
Take the stones they threw at you to build bridges
Take their challenges as steps to climb higher
Fill your head with knowledge and culture, let those be your riches
Release your imagination and creativity like a spark that turns into a wildfire
If your head is down, let it be to admire the heights you’ve reached but not to self-glorify
If you’re on the ground, let it be because you’re catapulting others, but please don’t stay
If your smile is broken, let it be as a result of a laugh and not because of a cry
If you’re humbled, let it be your own act of humility, don’t let pride lead you astray
Oh, my dear if only you knew your worth
Capable of much ingenious that which your mind could birth
More precious than any stone man could unearth
Oh, if you understood how valuable you are
People try to stop you because they fear you’ll go far
Make distance from them like a spacebar
Live a full life made for a best-selling memoir
Raise your glass to your troubles, cheers for what’s to come
Plant hope in the lives of others like you have a green thumb
Always be a dreamer, don’t you dare let your ideas go numb
Fall down, get up, work hard, look up, should constantly be rule of thumb
Dear child, light up your face and be glad
Let your spirit shine aglow
Get ready to soar, today is your launch pad
Be great and spread greatness wherever you go.
Musician of the heart, he knows how to strike a chord
In tune and in sync, their hearts in one accord
He masterfully composes the perfect piece
Giving her security and perfect peace
On her heart he’s etched his unforgettable prints
As she slowly falls for her charming prince
A skillful musician, he knows the right notes
Unlocking her heart with handwritten love notes
He alters his tune and writes in a break
And at the altar promises her heart not to break
His wife he will make her, and together become one
A-sharp gentleman, her heart he has won.