It Is A Gift.. To My Heart

     To my little heart, I write my words..

I write them powerful, confident, brave and effective, wishing to become like them one day..

By writing, I try to refresh a hope hidden in my soul ..

Or to draw a picture, I have been dreaming about..

Or to erase some horrible facts..

     I know that my words are the most honest, faithful , and trusty friends in life..

     When I tell them stories, they always listen.. Sometimes, they become sad and turn black while they cry with me..

Other times, they blow up to turn into shiny stars, or colorful butterflies, as they see me smiling..
They are always by my side, but they resist me from time to time, ignoring my thoughts, correcting my feelings, and raising my aimes.. Then, I thank them cheerfully..

     Now, I scatter them here, perhaps they can relieve some pain, spread several smiles, or encourage homeless hearts..