Sometimes
An act of kindness,
Or a well intended word,
Received while a soul
Is bare and vulnerable,
Sometimes leaves the deepest scars.
Love, gently expressed,
Asking nothing in return,
Can be a burden
On a heart, already full,
And is sometimes left to die.
June 26th, 2007 at 7:13 am
This is beautiful and very wise and true. Thank you!
I think, by the way, that what love does in such instances is to pick open a scar. To create vulnerability by prising apart the protective shell. This can be a burden but it can cause healing as well as pain. Or healing pain
June 26th, 2007 at 9:43 am
Thank you, Martin.
Anthony Quinn wrote in his autobigraphy, that one of the hardest lessons in life, is learning to accept love. It doesn’t always come with a price.
June 26th, 2007 at 5:51 pm
Oh yes!