What makes wisdom so hard?

a poem about all the little strains on my life jumbled into one

What makes wisdom so hard?

Is it the pushing and pulling of time.

Like waves crashing over my heart.

Since when does growing older mean growing apart?

 

Why can't I unlock my own heart?

Gravity's pushing away all my hope and my strength.

There's a winter descending my soul.

Since when does love fear the unknown?

 

What was it that made my love cold?

I've never been burned or been scorned.

Earthquakes and tremors create me a gaurd.

Since when did my easy life become so damn hard?

Author's Note

just in case you don't know, i usually don't swear! but in this case it just seamed too perfect...