Long Sympathytruth Poems

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