Work of Hearts

I used to attract excuses and self-doubt Because gratitude was scattered about. When my expectations of myself were too high, Love should've been my only reply. Growth silently waited to move ahead, For me to breathe and get out of my head. Trust turned to stone Until I realized I wasn't alone. Love stood patiently by my side, Art became my reliable guide. Peace met me in grief's canyon, Forgiveness held me, a true companion. Wherever you roam,  You are not alone!

Restored Art S. Ambrose Inside me, there’s a blaze that paints with a flame, Bright colors burst when you say my name. A fire wakes the silence of my soul, And turns broken pieces whole. Restoration moves where dust no longer stays, Stitching my heart with threads of new displays. No longer trapped in storage or under dust I rise to reclaim all my pieces of broken trust. No shelf contains hearts strong and free. I’m a masterpiece restored for all to see A portrait of resilience redefined. I’m living art with strength in every line.

Nostalgia When my heart feels heavy as stone, I travel back to a childhood home. You loved me fiercely, steadfast and true, You were in every season I once knew. Homesick, I peek through fields of fireflies, Before fireworks light up twilight skies. You’re my favorite memory, aching to heal, A love so deep, so raw, so real. Autumn’s leaves make me miss you so, While winter’s candles softly glow. Thoughts of sugar cookies and Christmas cheer, Makes me wish that you were near. Springtime hope fights through the frost, Blooming from what winter lost. I love you more than yesterday, Your light will guide me all the way. Through every season where I roam, I miss you deeply; you were my home. Will the world find peace once more? I’m far from home, looking for Heaven’s door Shelly Ambrose  Nostalgia Feelings