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”.
Mws R Writings 