Archive | April 2016

It’s Just There By Karla Marie Roldan

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Where is it?
Did I leave it somewhere?
Did I lose it?
I know I did.
I did. I do.
I lose things
And so are you.
We all do
And if there would be a place
Where the lost things are,
I think it would be overcrowded.
Lost keys, wallets, phone , money, pens
You and I.
I feel lost. You feel lost.
We all feel lost.
Lost in this world
That has been holding us –
So tight, like chains
Pushing and pulling us
In different directions,
Different paths –
Paths our hearts
Don’t even want to go to.
And I am tired. You are tired.
We are all tired
And we want to rest.
We want to rest this heart
In a place we can call home
But it is not there.
We keep on looking for it
Among the million things
That we ever lost  –
But we couldn’t find it.
It’s not in the corners of your house,
Not even in the smiles of your family
And not in the eyes of the one that you love
I thought it is there. You thought so
But it’s not.
They make us happy,
Filling our hearts with joy
Only to find out that
At the end of the day –
When you are all alone –
You are still not home.
Because home
Is when your broken pieces
Are all together –
Stick together like stained glass,
Different colors,
Imperfect shapes
Fit together
A beautiful masterpiece.
Home is when you realize
Your broken pieces aren’t missing at all.
It’s just there.
Under the band aids
You used  – covering
All the heartaches,
All the pain,
And all the tears.
So take  off
All the band aids
All the masks
And look at them –
All the wounds,
All the tears
Honor them –
They are the proof
Of the strength
You have gathered all this time.
Bare them
For all to see
You are not
Defeated.
You are alive.
You are living.
Take off all the chains
That has been hurting for a long time
And trace the path
Your heart wants to take all this time
And if ever
You will find yourself –
Helpless  –
Don’t know where to go
Wanting those chains again,
Remember
To take a step forward and
Don’t look back.
We are not born
With chains
On our hands and feet
We are not born with them.
Our hands and feet know the way,
Just listen to your heart.
Listen
To every beat and
Hear the words you long to hear
Listen
And you will realize
That you were never lost
It’s been there all along
It’s just there.
Listen
And hear your own heart
Telling you,
“You are home.”

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