A Thin Heart and Only So Much Can Take
How sad it is
to have a heart so thin
and a dream with
crushing
tearing
force behind it.
No
not behind
but always right in front wearing that heart
thinner and thinner
until something has to give.
And memories can seem
a waste.
Moments where accomplishment
felt worthwhile
now wasted.
Truth be told whether they meant to
or not
they slowly stole
those ideals
that kept a soul
going forward into
the known darkness.
But the dark has an
odd friendlisness to it
that's only friendly for so long.
We fight
the people who
in our sight
have killed
the possibilities
of bright words
in shining books.
We represent ourselves
through all we do
but thos blessed
with too-thin hearts
can see so much
it hurts the eyes.
---
Only so much can be
taken.
Is there a limit to
how much disappointment
you can take?
Most would have you
believe so
but I would say no.
Though
even I have my questions
about the truth of it.
I can take x amount
you can take y.
Is x > y?
Is y > x?
Does it matter?
Does it?
---
The books you read
or don't read
they matter.
Your whole world hands
on the scales
and is weighed by your
own decisions.
So publish or not
weak or strong
x or y
thin or thick
the living goes on.