Too often these days we discern by titles, that which do not
define who we truly are-
a scholar for one who just enjoys reading, a public speaker
for one who's orations touch the hearts of their listeners, a lover
for one who does not have a heart for strife.
What is the purpose of understanding, when it can be wrong
or taken out of context-
calling someone a murderer for self-defense, someone a lost
cause when they haven't found the right path, someone a
psychopath when they can't cope with trauma.
Why do we try to love, in a world ruled so strongly by hatred-
to comfort those who suffered loss, to be the hope others have
lost, to fill a void we perceive but don't know.
What's the point? Why do we allow it? God's plan holds glee
and struggle, and why?
We learn from pain, and
pain can only be conquered by
the weak, to make them
stronger. Our weaknesses are
our strengthening
force.
We are beings of
neutrality, striving to combat
our inner darkness. But we must embrace both our Light and Dark to truly be
ourselves. Family, friends, loved ones; They are there. JUST
OPEN UP!
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Confessions of a Shattered Soul
PoesiaSomething I wrote all through the course of last year during high school. It isn't a master piece, and I'm no professional, but it is of some quality that a teacher of mine was shocked and amazed to see i could produce. If you knew me personally, yo...
