Call me fragile. Vulnerable. Weak. Undeniably, I am. But that’s how I am when it comes to the matters of the heart.
Here I am again. Lost. I’ve been traversing from places to places just to find a niche for my very sensitive yet vital closed fist organ. Dismay is such an understatement for my failure.
I fell in love. Enjoyed and savored every moment of it while it lasts. Only to find out that love wasn’t for me to grapple for so long. The more I close my palms to save it, the more likely it struggles to break free. The harder it becomes for both souls. Chafing as it seemed but I gradually opened my palms to let go and let love finds the place where it belongs.
A whetted arrow whacked my heart deeply. Now it is bleeding vigorously. Excruciating pain etched my face as the red fluid keeps on cascading like a rushing stream.
The pain is unbearable. It triggers lacrimalglands, tiny sponge-like glands that rest above the eye against the eye socket, to produce tears. But what can I do? In as much as I would like to squelch it from flowing, it just did.
Oftentimes I get hurt as I struggle to find the place where my heart belongs. Luck is against my way yet. Still I stand firmly and believe that somehow, somewhere I can find my way home.