The noise of crowd drowns the cries of the heart.
"I am a liability" slips in and out of the mental zone.
With aching squeezes within the chest front,
The face remains straight with little hints of the inner turmoil.
But the eyes betray with the flow down the cheeks.
The words have hit the nail of the issue.
What a fool, the heart exclaims.
Yet another voice speaks, wait and listen.
A heart unable to scale its emotions is a heart unable to love wholly.
It reveals its conditions through words and actions.
And the recipient of this love cannot be deceived.
Yet a heart lay bare is better than ignoring its suppressions.
Acknowledgement sets the route to recovery.
A heart that is whole may then love fully.
The recipient of this love cry with pity.
Throwing away the manual of myths,
Thinking cautiously the stark reality.
Has maturity arrive sooner than it should be?
The recipient of this love cry and will...
The best is still the best.
The best is not perfection.
The best means grace has been attached and given.
Shaken but not fallen.
Strolling along the deserted pavement,
The stars glitter with understanding...
The breeze comforts gently...
The dim moonlight shines with empathy...
The recipient of this love will continue this journey.
Trust remains in this broken soul.
