The creative heart usually gets crushed
dreams broken, not really feeling like the sun
illumination defused into a million pieces.
Yet somehow we always manage to turn
ourselves into a brilliant phoenix reborn
life from the ruins, colors again
becoming an intense beauty
shining into our art, and writing.
This always amazes me.
Our hearts, our souls,
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”