I'm a fool.
But I'll give and give
and try and try
until there's nothing left
Will happiness be achieved this way?
It's been too long
Since I've felt real fire blazing
In my heart
Mind
Breath
Veins
Soul
Wednesday, 7 August 2013 @ 03:59
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From the depths of a deep still sea
it floats to the surface
and now and then
ripples form
and waves rise and fall
with a bittersweet sadness
that washes over me
like a cool shower of rain
penetrating my bones
sending shivers down my back
I struggle to breathe
It bobs and stirs
nudged by my feeble mind
until I hastily push it back down again
It's almost as if for one bad thing said it far outweighs all the nice things that have ever been said to you and you seem to need at least 10 good things said to you again to even begin to counter it.
People say a lot of horrible things when they are angry or upset. And then apologise for it later.
But you can't help but think, deep down, that's what they really think of you and it was nothing but the truth that all came rushing out.
"I am not perfect, I am weak," he whispered.
"No, you are not," I reply. "Just because you feel you have somehow failed, you are not weak, you are in fact, stronger than you think. A person who is willing to love is strong, a person still able to make sacrifices, protect, try and let go. A person who will not let their heart be hardened and sink into numbness. A person who still feels, despite everything, and lives. You are still those things. Love, after all, is courage in it's own way."