Beating Hearts and Butterflies: Poetry of Wounds, Wishes and Wisdom

By Christine Evangelou

Beating Hearts and Butterflies is a book of poetry with purpose: inspirational, dreamy, empowering, spiritually healing and transformative.

Beating Hearts and Butterflies contains 122 story-telling, inspiring and relatable poems, verses and reflections on love, loss, failure, healing, embracing darkness and your authentic spark, transformation, fate, destiny, emotional and heart intelligence, and the beauty of wishes and dreams that keep our hopes flying high.

"Chrysalis" is derived from the Greek word for Gold…"khrysos". It is only by combing through the darkness and inner grief, the chrysalis of our own soul that we emerge with greater spiritual riches. This poetry takes you on a poetic, healing carpet ride back to the centre of your heart and the courage of your soul to help you spin grief, worries, and life experiences into something golden, lighting up your heart… because every experience is valuable, everything has meaning. Tough times do not, and should not steer us away from our centre- if we learn through love then they lead us directly toward it.

About Christine:

Christine is a motivational writer, author and poet. She writes for her site "The Motivation Angel" and has previously contributed her writing to some US and UK based personal development/motivation sites. See more on her author page at "The Motivation Angel".

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christine Evangelou
• Release date: Nov 9, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386646297

Christine Evangelou

Christine is a motivational writer, author and poet. She has been publishing her writing work since 2016, this includes personal growth books and inspirational/healing and empowering poetry. Christine is originally from a Health and Fitness background but has always loved to write. Spiritually inclined and highly intuitive, she believes in the power of words that can emotionally touch people and help shift their perspectives and mindset to higher ground. She writes for her site "The Motivation Angel" and has previously contributed her writing to some US and UK based personal development/motivation sites. See more from Christine at "The Motivation Angel" .

Book preview

Dying for Life

I'm dying for life

In a world without breath

... I'm aching to live

Through this daily death

Trapped in confusion

Heart impaled on railings of sorrow

Still looking for ways out

So I can breathe life into tomorrow

I yearn to sing

A song of sweet hope

Erase the grief

That stings sadness to my soul

I'm dying to live

On wings that serve to fly

High above the sun rays

To my moon on the other side

A home where light and dark are lovers 

Their melodies, a chorus that I belong

On this earthly plane

A realm of 3D

As my heart wrestles with its demons

On this razor-sharp sea 

Fly me high, raise me up

Rhyme a rhapsody to angels

As God's cradle me in their arms

Soothe my soul with lullabies of peace 

In a world that makes me scream 

I want to live

... Not just breathe to exist 

They feel my thunder 

The floating fire through my spine 

As I crave to serve 

And shine this love of mine

I Swear

I swore to the stars that I'd let you go

Yet in my heart, embedded, is the shape of you

Wrapped in red ribbons in the shallows of molten gold

Dancing through the empty space 

Like a butterfly...echoing through my bones

I’m wishing on rainbows by a sun-soaked stream

Can you hear me?

I'm calling your name through these broken dreams

Embellished and beautified

A craft of my mind

On this iron pedestal of love

As an Eagle... high you rise

A Polaroid captured of days gone by

These flashes of us that burn in my midnight sky

And all that we were, in all that we lost

I promised the stars...

Scribed pages of sorrow

To angels waking

Through the water in my veins

Begging for mercy from these memories

I lock with ghostly steel-like chains

Yet I swear, I vow...

One day I'll pass you by

My beloved,

This whole- hearted shape of you

Will find a resting place in the skies

Not too far to see,

Though not so close to hold

The remnants of us...

Ripples frozen in time

Now too old to stay dipped

In loves threads of gold

Stardust and Soul

Amidst the streams of my silent tears

Roses, forsaken, bloom through moonlight and fears

Those petals of red

These secrets in my head

Are the gems I behold

Laced with colours of honey-gold

The rivers of pain too bleak for a stranger’s eyes

But glisten through mine as I seek my reprise

Among the wounds my beloved scored

Are seeds of hope

Of a love I restored

My throbbing arms from gripping so tight

And yet all that was needed

Was to surrender the fight

Caught up in the darkness, storms of light broke me free

Picking up the pieces that others let be

My heart, a beauty unseen by those

...The ones that strangled me with silence

As they drip-fed their woes

Fires through the skies of stardust and soul

Lights up the night

Trails to distant stars

And all those that blaze

As they heal their scars

So take me low, and I may learn how to fly

With stardust and soul

...A burning glitter through my eyes

One Day

One day, you will heal

One day, you will be grateful for the deepest cuts of pain

One day, you will glance at yourself

And see a stronger person through your reflection

One day, you will kiss away your hurt... gently, and with grace

Until then, use it all to propel you forward

Like a white-hot pyre through your star-spangled eyes

A fire to regenerate every shadowy cell

And open your heart to every experience

Knowing that one day

You will search your heart

And understand that love is the only thing to ever hold onto

Higher Love

Fear, manipulation, dependency...

And decimation of any part of who you are

Is not based on a foundation of love

Believe in a higher love

One that sleeps and wakes on a bed of respect

One that sings through a harmony of hope

A higher love

Born from recalling long-lost sweethearts of your soul

Ancient hearts that feel like yours

And love like yours

Inner Garden

For a beautiful flower to bloom,

For the splendour of a tree to reach great height

It needs to be planted well

And patiently nurtured

Nourished with attention and love

With stalks that rise toward the sun

Untouched by judgement, urgency, and conflict

Sparking petals that are coloured with the brushes of wisdom and faith

As the fragile beings that we are at first breath

We may not have all been planted in the best surroundings to flourish

And stretch confidently into life

But there comes a point when we take charge of nurturing