Picking up the Pieces

Today at 3 in the morning, I got the worst text anyone would ever want to get ever. My sleep disappeared instantly. Tears filled my eyes but did not drop. I felt my heart sink deeper and deeper with each waking moment. My joy was almost stolen until I read this poem. For the ladies, it will help get through the tough times in our lives. For the men, there are some verses that will uplift you, 'cause even you go through some stuff and you ain't allowed to cry but you still get through. I never thought I would be heart broken, but I have. I am still searching for healing to pick the broken pieces of my heart and make it work like it used to if not better. Enjoy this beautiful poem:

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise. 

Maya Angelou