Wounded Heart
Our inner side is unseen to the eyes. However, we feel a lot. We can't see the wounded heart, yet we are well aware of the concealed scars. Pale with exhaustion, we nonetheless stand tall. Eyes blurred by tears and barely able to speak, we strongly carve a smile. We haven't a clue whether to despair or endure. For feelings can go haywire; may we be strong and stay soft. There are reasons in every brokenness. Otherwise, we won't experience the beauty that lies in pain. As we are in sorrow field, the lines and phrases hit differently. We feel way deeper, weep softer and heal louder. And that's how God embraces you. We shall learn no more of despair, we stay off the subject. No one but God acknowledges your countless tears. No hardship was made but to help you grow. Those eyes grew wistful as you recalled the golden days of yore. A wave of misery swept over as the olden nightmares came knocking you. You mused on whether or not to keep walking. You've lost; puzzled in