Broken windows

Our imperfections, flaws and scars make us beautiful. That is why those of us that accept our imperfections are beautiful. That is why those of us that accept our flaws are beautiful. And that is why those of us that embrace our scars are the most beautiful of all. 

A broken window can tell far more stories than an unbroken one. 

Sleeping alone

Sleeping alone 

Is a waste

Of a perfectly good side of a bed

Doubted

When she doubted him

It broke his heart

When she doubted herself

It broke his soul

Standing

Stop standing in the way

Of your own progress

Doubt

When doubt enters you mind

Push it out

Using your heart 

Nail/Hammer

The nail does not ask the hammer to soften the blow

To tap it home

It asks to be pounded in place

With force

Lest the nail bend

The drive be not straight

And that which is nailed never truly is secured

In life

In life

We strive for perfection 

In our dreams

We find it

hate/love

Every time he tried to say the word hate

Love passed his lips 

A glass

A full glass

May not be enough

A half glass

May be too much

Just because a glass is half full, or half empty

Does not mean it will not quench your thirst 

Take all you need

And leave the rest 

Her beauty

Her beauty

Belied

Her beauty 

When we cry

When we cry

Every tear drop

Is a piece of our soul 

At night

At night 

He died and went to heaven

When he woke

He lived through hell

One her

There were so many options in the world

But there was only one her 

The mood

And when the mood struck him

He smiled

Every day

Every day cannot be your birthday

But

Every day can be a celebration of your life

Family

Family

Will be there 

When 

No one else comes