My Share of Gladness

If I were the Eternal God, nothing would be impossible to me, but a human being, like me, can't give more that he can afford; and what kind of strength sustains me, when I'm deprived of worth? The compassion,concern and sympathy flow from me like a sparkling spring in the remote and peaceful wilderness, to be soothed by a sweet reward and claim my share of gladness; tap on this caring heart and see my generosity... I have lived for others, and without regret, I still refuse to be crowned with honor: that's the least foolish thought to manipulate an unbearable pride, which I will surely put aside; that's not the glorious moment I'm after... If I weren't too sensitive, all the ugliness, madness, deception and lies would have no impact on me: my adversaries have to completely know me, to sift the unrevealed truth from my thoughts; and my truth is not something that dies... My share of gladness is that diamond which kept its luster after it was unfairly hidden into the dreaded darkness, but perpetually kept from dust: to shine beyond compare; and envious eyes can angrily stare, to discern their harmful awareness... Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci