Mr CuddleBear FM2RLG Mrs CuddleBear's blog: "hurt"

SOMETIMES

 

Sometimes, 

sometimes, 

we just don't understand,

we try to understand,

why.

Why people do what they do,

do what they do to hurt,

hurt,

hurt another person.

We,

have only this life,

this life.

We cry,

we suffer,

we worry,

we need,

we want.

WE,

want one,

need one,

suffer for one,

cry for one.

What?

What is it we are looking for?

the one

we can cry with,

and be comforted by

to suffer days,

and can share our suffering,

to want,

be wanted by

to worry,

to share our worries with.

 

I know they are out there,

out there?

BUT,

are they really out there?

I

  open myself,

 open myself,

 but I find,

closed hearts,

cheating hearts,

painful hearts,

players hearts.

 

I am open,

I open,

MY heart,

MY doors,

MY windows,

MY walls.

My heart,

my heart,

gets broken,

ripped apart,

trampled on,

trod upon.

 

MY soul,

is cracked,

hurt,

shattered

and

destroyed.

 

I wear my,

heart,

this heart,

my only heart

I wear it

on my,

sleeve.

 

Out

there,

for all to see,

to see the heart,

this heart,

my heart

my open heart.

You

see what,

I want you to see.

a perfect

HEART.

I hide

the broken,

shattered,

beatten,

trod upon

heart.

 

I show you

what is my

mask,

the person that

everyone

wants,

wants to see.

 

Can you be strong?

Can you be strong?

Strong enough,

strong,

to see the fear

the weakness,

the child.

The child that needs,

wants,

waits,

and

 waits.

For that,

little spark of

light.

The light of

love

Love

LOVE.

That

single,

strong,

person.

The one,

who will,

heal

heal all the cuts,

sew together

all the broken edges.

Fill the holes

with love.

They hold you

as you heal,

as you get stronger.

As you have

found,

FOUND.

The one,

the one,

perfect,

Love,

made just

for you.

 The LOVE

that you

 have desired

your entire

LIFE.

NOW it is 

time to LIVE.

 

Copyright 2015

RW Fryer