GAMJI POETRY: The Travails of a Softhearted Lover
By Musa Amina
Sometimes, I feel weak,
Failing to shield my heart,
Falling for deceitful lies,
Doubting my own instincts.
My heart, delicate and fragile,
Dances on the edge of a precipice,
Can shatter with just a crack,
Yet, when it comes to love,
I make endless sacrifices.
Love's deceitful whispers
Wrap around my heart like a thorny vine.
I trust too easily,
Leaving myself vulnerable,
A foolish bird caught in the snare of false promises,
That's why I'm easily broken,
Left soulless and shattered.
"I refuse to trust," I declare,
"I refuse to care, to love."
For I am broken, weakened,
By the pain of past betrayals.
In the depths of doubt,
My instincts are a compass lost in a maze.
But let me tell you this,
Though my heart may be wounded,
With every crack, my heart echoes
Like shattered glass in the silence.
I will rise again, stronger,
Picking up the pieces, one by one.
I won't let the heavens fall,
But I won't give my heart freely,
For I fear slander and heartbreak,
Yet, deep down, hope still lingers.
So, let me be for now,
As I heal and find my strength,
But know that love may find a way,
To mend this fragile heart of mine.
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