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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