The struggle to please oneself
The inner peace and confidence
With gifting and sharing,
defiance crushing
Words of the unwise,
of the shrunken hearts ,
of ones who think it's best to remain clasped
Clasped hands, tight grips, nails piercing, blood dripping
The tight fisted, the world
its disgust,
at those, whose hearts widened,
whose hands open to giving
Criticism,
detest, subjectiveness to the words kindness
To the heart that spares their last meals
To the heart that survives on a good conscience
To the one who genuinely dims it fit to share
To care, to want to care---
What is this world coming to
My love is curved, my care is rare, suspicious, unclear
There's more to his wholeheartedness
To her sweetness
To their every niceness
Nothing is free anymore
Not even love
My heart shrinks in fear and thoughts…
Of how ... How many other hearts have
Photo credit: A-meike
