Heart
Heart by © Theresa Rossouw
Marshmallows bright some are mushy, soft, weak, jellyfish swimming in a cesspool of uncommitted, unloyal, uncaring mud. Their kindness a show, a facade, a mask. They never finish a single task. Don't father or parent, of commit themselves to anyone or anything, hollow and empty they never like a rose will bud.
Leathery, cracked and torn, some or sacks of sorrow, weary
and worn. Leaking tears and sighs they hide behind barriers, windows and walls, their misery, an echo through its passages and halls. Never yielding or trusting they flower not, the reason for living and loving,forgot.
Dark, musty, and spidery are those who have sold their joy to fright and fear, as evil, they allow to move in and draw near. No caring, shame, or guilt, conscience or love will you find here. Only sulphur, and stench and joy in your misery and pain, there power, their gain.
Open, free, uncaring, always giving are some, like shops without doors, they allow one to take and steal, trusting too easily, ending up shattered, ruptured and torn. Mending fast, plasters all over their wall, they always get up and stand up tall. Forgiveness their greatest weakness.
Sunbeams, bright and shiny, lighting up the world, some are darkness breakers and happiness makers. Their trust, and loyal devotion, always put great and wondrous events in motion. Light and sweet, gentle and meek, they are the ones everybody wants to keep. Their gift an eternal one, they are the precious jewel, from the Son.
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