When my heart is down and battered with the thorns
of sorrow, not even a barn of happiness sets me free.
All locked up in the darkest, complex large hole in
my heart, it is a hole wide enough to drench me in agony, I could only wish for
a miracle.
A state of fear…
I become numb with a cold feeling, quiet like a
morgue, sad like I mourn and I have no peace.
I once had joy, but that’s in the past…
Whatever took my joy does not know how much it cost,
but I am at last rescued!
I was captured with a crucial pain after letting him
go, the one I loved, the one I adored.
My heart was damaged! Voluminous continuous outflow
of love, I was weak. Words cannot express what I felt, psychologists cannot
relate what it was like, and scientist cannot formulate a formula to measure
what I felt.
But… my breakthrough, what rescued me from an ended
life, what showed me how to locate the sunrise from that very dark corner in my
heart was just a SMILE.
Often our mistakes usher in more despair than we anticipate and our redemption can only be found in true joy.
ReplyDeleteSometimes all it takes is a sincere expression of the master's love to expel the darkness we put ourselves into...and what expression more simple, than a smile full of light and love.
Heart warming piece.
P.s: in line 8, i think you meant 'mourn' and not 'morn' dear. :)
Lol kwiksie... Thanks yea an error! Thanks dear :)
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