Bronze…and patina…

…In those arms, is where I call home….

So………I asked Google if bronze could rust. Just one of my numerous random searches online due to boredom, sometimes. The answer I got was that, in lay man’s terms : no, bronze cannot rust because it is a copper alloy that contains copper and tin and does not contain iron or even if it does, very little iron; but it can corrode and deteriorate. In the course of the corrosion, it undergoes oxidation to form a green, protective layer known as a patina. This green layer, the patina, is a relatively slow-forming, protective coating, and once formed, it significantly reduces the rate of further corrosion.

As I reflected on this, I thought our hearts need some bronze. So that when life begins to beat us black and blue sometimes, we can get the strength to form some « patina » to protect our hearts from further deterioration or corrosion. When our hearts are not protected, we end up hurt, broken, might become bitter and may lose all hope for the future.

By the way, I’ve been at a thing for 8 years today…it’s said that the symbol of an 8th anniversary is Bronze. So I guess my patina did not form…

A couple of weeks ago, I was going through distressing times….my latter 20s and these very early 30s have been one battle after the other – many worries, many troubles, lots of unending battles…i wake up every single day, and I wonder why God showed me mercy to even see another day because oh boy! This girl has wished a lot of things on herself…some, not so pleasant…

It has also been the period I have been my happiest! Even if it was for such a short time! Such an irony of life!

In two of those extremely quiet, pensive moments of mine, I wrote two poems. Today, I’m posting them in this blog for you, my darlings , to read them… Here goes the first one. I titled it as…

« Always and Forever… »

…In those arms, is where I call home….

…the touch that ignites a burning fire…
melts all my fears, soothes my desire….

And in your love, I find my peaceful nest,
With you, my heart is forever at rest….

Such love is rare to find and difficult to let go of when you finally do get hold of it…

…no matter the cost…

… always and Forever………..

After writing this, I felt it wasn’t properly « cooked » so I was going to add a bit more flesh later…but flip it…I think I’ll leave it at that. Here’s the second one… the title is…

« Keep fighting… »

« Though your heart is sore,
Know that you’ll rise, and love once more.
This pain, though deep, will slowly fade,
And though it’s hard, you’ll find a way.

You may not see it now, but time will show,
A path unwinding, where love will grow.
The memories of him will still remain,
But new moments, new joys, will ease the pain.

Your heart, though broken, is strong and true,
It will mend, and love again, anew.
Don’t lose faith in yourself, in your heart’s might,
You’ll find your way, through the dark of night.

You are not alone, though it may feel,
There are stars that shine, and love that’s real.
Take small steps, breathe, and let time heal,
Your heart will whisper, “You are loved, you are real.”

Remember your worth, your beauty, your light,
You deserve love, and a love that’s right.
Though it’s hard to see, right now, it’s true,
You will heal, and find love, that’s meant for you.

Keep going, don’t give up the fight,
Your heart will mend, and shine with new light.
You are loved, you are strong, you are brave,
And though it’s hard, you’ll find a way to wave. »

Life happens to all of us and sometimes it’s not so enjoyable but keep fighting. Fight to stay sane. For yourself and for the people who genuinely love you. Fight to keep hoping. Fight to see better days. No matter what happens, keep holding on to that thin strand of hope you have left.

I hope this write up this midnight at mine puts a smile on your face and brings you some comfort and reassurance.

If you’re broken, know that healing takes time, and it’s okay to feel the pain. It’s okay to feel numb. It’s okay to cry so hard sometimes till you have a headache that never seems to subside no matter how much pmol you’ve had and no matter the amount of rest you’ve had……..but know this… that you are capable of moving forward

…and love can find you…again.

With all my love always…

~ Rosario.