Poem

Kindest Heart, by MwsR

This load how crushing it can be

Nothing will be left but bones and debris.

Where is the stepping stone

One for which you tread upon?

The burden we give our own selves

Trying tirelessly to make magic like an elf.

But falling short so many times.

Sometimes crossing a few lines.

Cannot believe how a gentleness

Turns into a relentless mess,

How giving is returned with taking and taking

Often it’s the kindest heart that’s left shaking.

Where do we draw the lines?

When often we stay so “love blind”.