Why do I have a heart. It just messes me up. I want to be angry, so very angry and all I can be is sad and broken hearted.
I sit and figure what to do, how to do it. I have a plethera of ideas. But they mean nothing.
They mean nothing because my heart is breaking. My soul is mourning. I want to be angry but I can't.
What to do, oh what to do? Where do I go from here?
In my strength I know exactly what to do. If strength wins all will be lost, my soul will be broken, my heart shattered. What to do, oh what shall I do?
Is there an answer most assuredly? Do I know the answer most assuredly not?
I know what not to do, but that is what strength tells me to do.
Be gone strength for I can not be ruled by you.
Soul oh my soul gather whatever it is that heart may win.
If victory is not found in love then no victory can be found.
This calls for me to wade into the battle leading with heart and leaving strength behind.
How can victory be found, oh not victory should I be seeking.
I think I see a light. Not much just a glimmer. For it is not victory I seek.
But I know not the words for what I do seek, for what is sought is felt not spoken.
How then can I achieve it then. Can I grasp the wind. Can I capture the suns warmth?
Can I hold the security of one candle burning in the night.
1 comment:
Wow, pretty deep and a very heavy feeling. I wonder if you would interpret your thoughts in a conversation with me? I'll bet the feeling would still be heavy, but we'd get to the bottom of it.
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