Lari Acevedo 03 Aug 2008

I feel your heart in this poem, I've been there myself. Here is a little something I had done years ago, that I wanted to share after reading your poem.

COLORS OF THE HEART

I found many colors and many broken parts. When I put them together, I found I had a heart.

A heart with many colors, with each color a story told. A heart filled with scars, both new and old.

Blue stood for the pain, red the blood shed. Amber for the fire, black for the dead.

Green stood for the life, yellow the friend that cared. Silver the ray of light that said hope’s still there.

After I read it I heard the heart cry… “As long as there are colors, there’s a chance for life.”

At this time I saw the heart shed a tear of crystal clear, vanishing all the sad colors as Silver did appear!

Lari Acevedo

vivian sellers 06 Aug 2008

Yours is wonderful! You are really gifted... I wrote my poem ,, because my mind just would not quit working on the way I felt.. I am writeing a couple of books,, and one of them talks about how people walk around everyday with holes in them...holes that no one can see or that can be filled...and you would never know it to look at them ... I feel like swiss cheese sometimes!!!

Viv/diana

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