
Not all scars show, not all wounds heal. Sometime you can't always see the pain someone else feel

This song is absolutely perfect in every way, shape, and form. It perfectly describes my life… I just blah!
Listen to the song and ENJOY!
Cactus In The Valley by Lights
I never meant to wither
I wanted to be tall
Like a fool, left the river
And watched my branches fall.
Old and thirsty, i longed for the flood
To come back around
To the cactus in the valley,
That’s about to crumble down
And wipe the mark of sadness from my face
Show me that your love will never change
If my yesterday is a disgrace
Show me that you still recall my name.
So the storm finally found me and left me in the dark
In the cloud around me, i don’t know where you are
If this old world goes up in arms, all i can do is stand
And i wont fight for anyone until you move my hands.
And wipe the mark of madness from my face
Show me that your love will never change
If my yesterday is a disgrace,
Tell me that you still recall my name.
Oh here, in this shadow;
Here i am
And i need someone by my side.
It becomes so
Hard to stand
And i keep trying to dry my eyes.
Come and find me
In the valley. Continue reading
If I ever have a daughter, I am going to frame this poem and hang it over her crib. Sarah Kay is absolutely amazing.
If I should have a daughter, instead of Mom, she’s gonna call me Point B, because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me.
And I’m going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”
And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach.
But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry.
So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself.
Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal.
Believe me, I’ve tried. “And, baby,” I’ll tell her, don’t keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick; I’ve done it a million times. You’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.”
But I know she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix.
Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix.
But that’s what the rain boots are for.
Because rain will wash away everything, if you let it. Finish the poem here