The sun does not warm my heart
As much as your presence does.
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I wonder when someone truly unworthy
Can invoke such love from me
What would it be like
If you loved me as much as I loved you?
The sun does not warm my heart
As much as your presence does.
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I wonder when someone truly unworthy
Can invoke such love from me
What would it be like
If you loved me as much as I loved you?
*I don’t know how this will work but I’m going to try…I would like to create a piece that prompted asoulwalker’s thoughtful and sage response.
“Lost & Finding”
There were days i wrote
Even then i curbed my words
Hid from their meaning
Scoffed at the emotion and fervour with which i wrote…
And i lost.
I lost myself
I lost my drive
I lost my joy
I lost.
And when I finally said i cannot do this anymore…
I chose me.
But choosing me meant
Forgiving myself when i felt betrayed
Comforting myself when i felt robbed
Picking up myself knowing i would stumble
Pieceing myself together… Knowing that there would be more pieces that would not fit, some broken, some lost, some taken or thrown away.
And when i ventured back to here
I realized I was there for me in words
Before I was ready
Before I needed it
Before I was strong enough to choose me.
And now I’m here…trying again… Not to seek the past, not to give into the urgency of the present…. Not to fear the future.
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There is a space between things
Between the seeing and the feeling
Between the hearing and the feeling
Between the thinking and the feeling
There is a silence and a stillness
And in that space
We all move
We all are moved
We all are still
Every breath is held.
Let us face ourselves
That we might face each other
And may God show us the way of mercy
-asoulwalker
https://asoulswalk.wordpress.com/
You steep yourself in joy
The moments warmly melt together
Until your smile clicks into automode
And you realize there’s only so much of another’s joy you can handle when you are hurting inside.
Their joy gushes forth and
envelopes your willing heart
but it makes the sinkhole larger…
It makes the hole gnaw away faster
making its gaping maw even larger
you helplessly taste the bitter tinge of woe mix with the sweetness of the time
Your conscience flails in the viscose goo of regret…
And you steel yourself against the tears that prick you with insistence
Because it horrifies you that
you could ever besmirch their rightful joy.