Work of Hearts

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 and  reclaim all my pieces broken by trust. No shelf  can contain art meant to live  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 Homesick, I peek through fields of fireflies, Before fireworks light up twilight skies. Childhood memories ache to feel, Love, consistent and  real. Autumn’s leaves make me miss you so, While winter’s candles softly glow. Springtime hope fights through the frost, Blooming from what winter lost. In every season where I roam, I miss  deeply what once felt like home. Shelly Ambrose  Nostalgia Feelings