Empty instructions
Twisting and turning words as if I'm unsure,
Because your experiencing your own internal hurt, immediately relating others stories to your own without knowing,
Everything that happened within the story,
Bits n pieces without compassion of any kind,
How can you speak love without that fruit on your vine,
Who will listen or take heed to words without compassion,
If it's not done or said out of love then what happens,
Then they are considered empty words so why would they listen,
To a heart that just gives instructions without ears willing to listen,
And not just hearing a story but listening with your soul,
To help face the part you're struggling with the most.
Copyright © Cortney Bartholomew | Year Posted 2025
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