Just when I have this intense physical pain, an emotional one ensues.
Deep in this fragile heart lies but a hundred, no, thousands of feelings that have been kept over the years. The pain of a new one brings no more harm to the senses because it has been made numb.
The humiliation of not being able to keep up with the modern times has far more pierced the already weak mind.
Frustration has been allowed to pass and therefore brought forth the sturdiness of the heart. Has it been sturdy enough? If assessed by the naked eye, yes. But if looked deeper, the core has begun to crumble. In one snap of the finger, the barrier that was built around to subjugate the nastiness of the heart will spread throughout the body, making it weak, making it wither.
Anger was never, in the first place, a cause. It has been long forgotten ever since I was taught to put everything in the heart. Everything, including the excitement of success or the depression that failure brings or the fire that one person causes may it be good or bad.
But one thing I ask; what about love? Has it ever brought change? Has it reinforced the gates that was supposed to contain the evil within? Has it brought enough faith that I may succeed in whatever endeavor and with whom I pleased to share it?
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