Monday, January 16, 2012

Unbroken

**This is a poem written by Cristy Quinn. She wrote it for me. It overwhelmed me so much and touched my heart so deeply that I was compelled to share it with everyone. ** Thank you Cristy Quinn **



UNBROKEN

Can you feel them itching
Songs begging to get out
Can see his fingers twitching
Just moving all about


there’s music in him
for that, there is no doubt
rhythm and words just bursting to escape
laughter and the sadness
all his love and eternal heartbreak

so much to write about
it’s way too big to contain
emotions taking over
like colors on display

Can you feel them itching
Songs begging to get out
Can see his fingers twitching
Just moving all about


sending all his wheels a spinning
manic energy takes control
it's creating something magical
as he lets his many talents flow

all the pain and anguish
they paint the pages with his tears
with talk of love and betrayal
of intensity in loss and fears
his depth of hurt, it’ll gut you
bleed you at your core
it’s a wonder he’s still standing
how is it he could take much more

Can you feel them itching
Songs begging to get out
Can see his fingers twitching
Just moving all about


outside his art, you wouldn’t know it
just how his internal scars cry out
but take a look in those clear blue eyes
you’ll find the wisdom and the wear
of one whose lived a consuming life
and known the meaning of despair

been taken to the brink and more
then left just hanging there
had his heart ripped from his chest
leaving his soul stripped bare

Can you feel them itching
Songs begging to get out
Can see his fingers twitching
Just moving all about


but this boy, this guy, this man
is made of more than all that
that of which would do it’s best
to destroy him from the inside out
no this clever one, he won’t be taken down lightly

no, not without a fight he…
he’ll take all the turmoil and the woe
he’ll make the very most of it
use it for his craft, the sadness oh so sad
he twist it into beauty, bends it to his will
and when he’s done and last poems been sung
the tears, your eyes are now filled
for his pain has transformed to such of strength
and beauty, that never can be killed



** Read more of Cristy Quinn's poetry here: http://www.goodreads.com/story/list/3779025-cristy

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