Another Brick

Two lives, bound together by their burdens, it seems, when warm memorys are distant & the heart is hardened by worthless sorry's crimes.

The stones in the wall are stacked high now but it still hurts to withold forgiveness sought, to crumble the mortar that holds it.

Promises are not realities. Love is not always kindness. Reality is subjective and herein lies the heart of our dilemma.

Reviews

[EJ's Horror]

How philosophical, though I feel sympathic to what your scribing suggests

[danielle.]

Thank you for reading & sympathising. This definitely punctuates a low point but I do feel there is light at the end of the dark tunnel.

[Jibey]

These are profound observations, an effective way of expressing the tension between love and reality.

Somehow the wall still stands, precarious and fragile.

(memories (plural) - not memory's)

[danielle.]

Memories, yes thank you for that!

And also for reading and comprehending another of my self indulgent musings.

Walls once built are hard to break down.