No Answer

 I gave my first love my heart

Only for it to be crushed
With no answers
 
Every single moment that passed
Went through my mind
Over, and over

Memories of love, passion, lust
Confusion, stubbornness, and heartache
Thinking "What went wrong?"
Still...
No answers
 
Trying to get the fire back
I tried
Not knowing that he had
 
Forgot the past in so little time
But me,
Still clinging to what it was
What "we" used to mean
 
Didn't let go so easily
Tears shed
Voices shouting
A kiss shared
Still...
No answers
 
When I think back at what happened
I still wonder
"What went wrong?"

I still imagine that boy and that girl
Thinking, planning, wondering
I still can see those passionate kisses
Them each saying "I love you"
And truly mean it
And both thinking,
 
"I am completely in love with this person"
Still,
 No explanations to change of heart
Still,
No closure to what a simple sentence
Changed both of their lives
Still
No answers!

Indrie Matrie: Cerita Insprirasi : Jendela Rumah Sakit

Indrie Matrie: Cerita Insprirasi : Jendela Rumah Sakit: Ada dua orang pria, keduanya sakit parah, menempati kamar rumah sakit yang sama. Satu orang diizinkan untuk duduk di tempat tidurnya...

Cerita Insprirasi : Jendela Rumah Sakit

Ada dua orang pria, keduanya sakit parah, menempati kamar rumah sakit yang sama. Satu orang diizinkan untuk duduk di tempat tidurnya selama satu jam setiap sore untuk membantu mengeringkan cairan dari paru-parunya. Tempat tidurnya di samping jendela ruangan itu.

Pria yang satunya, tidak lagi membangunkan tubuhnya karena penyakitnya. Dan harus menghabiskan seluruh waktunya dengan telentang. Kedua pria itu sering mengobrol selama berjam-jam. Mereka berbicara tentang istri mereka dan keluarga, rumah mereka, pekerjaan mereka, keterlibatan mereka dalam pelayanan militer, dan kemana saja mereka pergi saat masa libur. 

Dan setiap sore, saat pria  yang satu duduk dekat jendela , dia akan mengisi waktunya dengan menjelaskan kepada rekan sekamarnya semua hal yang ia bisa lihat di luar jendela. Pada saat itulah, pria di tempat tidur lainnya,  mulai merasa hidup lagi. Satu jam kedepan, baginya dunianya kembali  diperluas dan dimeriahkan oleh semua kegiatan dan warna dunia luar yang diceritakan rekannya itu. 

"Dari balik jendela ini, ada sebuah taman dengan danau yang indah. Bebek dan angsa bermain di air sementara anak-anak bermain perahu layar buatan mereka. Tidak jauh dari situ, ada sepasang pecinta muda berjalan bergandengan tangan di tengah bunga-bunga dari setiap warna pelangi. Pohon besar tua menghiasi taman, dan pemandangan indah dari kota bisa terlihat di kejauhan" cerita orang itu. 

Pria dekat jendala menceritakan semua secara rinci dan indah, sementara pria di sisi lain ruangan akan menutup mata dan membayangkan pemandangan indah. 

Suatu sore yang hangat pria di dekat jendela menggambarkan sebuah parade yang lewat. Meskipun orang lain tidak bisa mendengar band, dia bisa melihatnya di benak pria dekat jendela, yang menggambarkan ceritanya  dengan kata-kata deskriptif.  

Hari dan minggu berlalu. 

Suatu pagi, perawat datang untuk membawa air untuk mandi mereka. Dia  menemukan tubuh tak bernyawa pria "dekat jendela", yang telah meninggal dengan tenang dalam tidurnya. Dia sedih dan memanggil petugas rumah sakit untuk mengurus jenazahnya. Tak lama setelah kepergian pria itu, pria yang satunya lagi bisa duduk dan mendapat kesempatan untuk duduk dekat jendela setiap hari. Setelah memastikan dia nyaman, perawatpun meninggalkan dia sendirian. 

Ketika dia menyadari keindahan dunia luar, dia begitu bersuka cita. Tapi sungguh menyakitkan, karena dia harus menikmatinya sendiri tanpa temannya yang yang telah pergi.

Perlahan-lahan, di beralih  melihat dari luar jendela ke samping tempat tidur. Dia hanya mendapati  dinding yang kosong. Pria itu lalu meminta dengan paksa, agar perawat  menjelaskan hal indah di luar jendela seperti yang pernah dilakukan rekan sekamarnya dulu. Perawat itu menjawab bahwa orang itu buta dan bahkan tidak bisa melihat dinding. 

Dia berkata, "Mungkin ia hanya ingin menghibur Anda."

Story : Hospital Windows

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room's only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.  They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. 

The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow.  Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.  Days and weeks

passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.  She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window.  The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside.  Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.  The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said,  "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage  you."

more story at http://inspireme.net/more_inspiring_Stories/hospital-windows.htm

Indrie Matrie: Poetry : A TEARDROP ON THE ROSE

Indrie Matrie: Poetry : A TEARDROP ON THE ROSE: A teardrop fell upon the rose That she held close to her ...

Poetry : A TEARDROP ON THE ROSE

A teardrop fell upon the rose
That she held close to her breast.
In sympathy, the petals closed,
As she saw her love at rest.

The rose it seemed to feel her pain
As one by one her petals fell
And upon the stem of thorns,
Now fell the pouring rain.

Bending down, she picked the petals
And to herself, she drew them near;
She saw, in the rose, her broken heart
And on the petal, her fallen tear.

Between the pages of a book,
She placed the petals tenderly
And the rose, it shed a tear,
As if it cried in sympathy.

The words, on the pages read,
Forever, my love, remember me
And when you see a rose of red,
Remember, love, to remember me.

Fixing A Broken Heart by Christian Bautista