Seven Pounds

The time has emerged for breath to calm

With tears in eyes, this pencil finds palm

As pounding heart rythmicly slows

the words of this heart, through this pencil, flows

 

So much love bottled up inside

The burden of this heart forever had to hide

A burden unknown if able to bare

love that many considered as rare

 

Gazing at the stars, questions grew

Lord God, how does one see this through?

Time only seems to make wounds worse

And the question asked: Is this gift or curse?

 

In a field of weeds, a rose, ready to blossom

But radiance is impossible; sunlight is forgotten

The weight it bares makes patience fade

the wait is pro-longed by this endless shade

 

Love an ocean of blissful pain

From instinct, the urge to swim for shore

What is there from this drowning to gain?

...then you find that person worth suffering for

Author's Note

Another poem by Wian. I might be a hopeless rpmantic, but a heart on my sleeve. How better to feel alive