Vain
When you stand too high, you fall;
Right to the ground a hit too strong;
Breaking up all the ties, it all spread apart;
Losing all the pieces around, you stare and cried;
Struggling hard to pick them up, all the scattered pieces;
Bleeding all around, trying to patch them up;
What was once a single piece, is now a sorrowful puzzle;
Spending how much time and sweat;
It doesn’t just take a skillful player to score right end;
Endure and toleration;
Peace and calm;
Faith and trust;
It takes everything, yet;
It might not let you win in the end;
Failures till the end of all, or;
You might be stronger than who you think you are;
and standing up again;
Healing up the wounds and scars;
It is all it takes, and;
The pain is ever more,
but it is what you can never escape.
January 31st, 2010Topic: Memoirs, Philoartsophies© Tags: None
