jane's heart

The other day, my card declined after therapy, I stared at my reflection, drenched in sympathy. I wondered...... was it all my fault? Am I to blame for the assault ? Maybe I was weak , maybe I wasn’t strong, Or maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t wrong. I gazed at the numbers that traced my past, Standing in a puddle of blood , frozen in aghast. Chills crawled up my skin like an unwelcome guest, As his face, that twisted grin, never lets me rest. I lay lifeless, buried in a grave of shame , Was it my actions, or was it his that were depraved? The weight of silence presses on my chest, In this endless trial, will my soul find rest? The echoes of doubt claw at my heart, But could it be, I was broken from the start? Or did his cruelty forge these chains I wear, Leaving me questioning if life’s e ver fair? -jane..

If Kafka and Van Gogh could meet, two wanderers on weary feet, they’d sit beneath a star-strewn sky, both haunted souls, both asking why. Kafka, burdened by unseen chains, by webs of fear and quiet pains each word he wrote a careful sigh, a way to ask, “Why must we die ?” In life’s cold grasp, he slipped, withdrew, lost in thoughts no one could view. And Van Gogh, with colors fierce and bright, painted suns that burned through night a trembling hand, a heart so wide, yet always just on the outside. In every brushstroke, love and plea, a soul laid bare for none to see. They bore their wounds in silence deep, in crowded rooms, alone they'd keep, their heavy hearts, their fragile minds, adrift, unseen, in binding lines. But oh, the love they could not know how now, we see them, feel their glow, how Kafka’s sorrow , strange and wild, has found a home in every child who’s felt alone , cast off, unheard, finding comfort in his word. And Vincent, star of skies so vast, his colors, wounds...

In your eyes, a thousand stars reside, A universe of wonders, where dreams confide. The way you look, it’s more than a glance, It’s a melody, a spell, an eternal dance. Each time our gazes lock, I fall anew, Deeper into the abyss of loving you. Your eyes whisper what words cannot say, A promise of forever, come what may. I’ll be your rock, your shelter, your light, Through storms and shadows, through day and night. When the world feels heavy, and skies turn gray, Know I’ll stand beside you , come what may. The way you see me, it unravels my soul , With every glance, you make me whole. In the depths of your eyes, I find my place, An endless journey, an infinite space. Love grows like rivers, flowing free, A tide of devotion between you and me. And with every look, I fall in harder, A heart unlocked, no longer a guarder. So here I vow, for all my days, To cherish you in countless ways. For in your eyes, I’ve found my home, And in your love , I’ll never roam. - jane..

I forget that you're just a little girl, With dreams of sparkle and white pearl. I see the broken childhood in your eyes, I hear your cries when your tear dries. But now as mother, burdened grown, Those fleeting dreams feel overthrown. With resilience attached in every line, She blossoms gracefully, like a vine. I forget that you're just a little girl, With laughter that could whirl and twirl  She knows her sacrifice is not in vain, For their happiness is her lifelong gain. In quiet moments, when the day wanes low, She craves the innocence she used to know. So, forgive me and let me help you mend, With tender words as you dear friend. -jane..

He once gave me a single red rose, A token of love, I suppose. Though gratitude bloomed in my heart that day, I longed for white, yet dared not say. Was it real, or was I blind? Lost in thoughts that stayed confined. Neither of us found the way, To speak the words we meant to say. Silent moments, stolen glance, Love undone by circumstance. Drifting far, yet longing near, Bound by words we couldn't hear. I wish he’d brought me white roses bright, I wish he’d held my hand so tight. But wishes fade, like petals dry, Left behind in a whispered sigh. -jane..

I don’t believe the words they say, "It’s not the place, it’s memories that stay." For this place has cradled my weary heart, In every ending, it gave me a start. This place has shown me tears, unrestrained, It felt my storms, it shared my pain. But it also held the light of my joy, Each laugh, a moment it helped deploy. A place where I went to share and unfold, Both my brightest triumphs and secrets untold. Its walls were my witnesses, steadfast and kind, A sanctuary for both body and mind. It wasn’t just shelter; it wasn’t just space, It was love woven into every embrace. A keeper of moments, a holder of dreams, A place alive in its silent beams. So no, it’s not memories alone that I keep, It’s the warmth of this place where my roots run deep. Through joy and meltdown, through all life’s blend, This place is my solace, my dearest friend. -jane..