We have the ability to create and destroy.
At times, at the moment of our destruction, we create something beautiful.
Art is the mirror of our soul.
Unspoken words turn into an art.
Puzzling emotions turn into an art.
Heartache turns into an art.
Art is our unspoken words, unspoken pain.
So turn your heartache into an art.
And let that art be the comfort to the broken soul.
Someone out there is as broken as you, as alone as you.
So comfort them with your art.
For only broken souls would understand.
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Making sense
PoetryMaking sense of the beauty and sadness. Making sense of the complexity of living. Making sense of my whirlwind emotions. Sharing to the world how I make sense, hoping that it would also make sense to you. Vote and leave comments! Let me know your th...
