“We break, bleed, and rearrange
Into yet another beautiful thing”
It’s the “friction of being alive”
That polishes the gems we are
A life of ease yields no fruit
The stone that is not polished does not shine
Lida Berghuis
March 8th, 2013
“We break, bleed, and rearrange
Into yet another beautiful thing”
It’s the “friction of being alive”
That polishes the gems we are
A life of ease yields no fruit
The stone that is not polished does not shine
Lida Berghuis
March 8th, 2013
The pain of separation
One I’ve felt before
It tears at one’s heart
But one feels alive
The pain can be pushed away
or buried away
But gone will be the feeling
Of being alive
This pain is not to be avoided, but endured
This pain is the proof of a deep love
Lida Berghuis
March 1st, 2013