I’ve walked through Life & slipped on Strife. All along, as if I alone were wrong. Pain&Misery my Compass: from Beijing to Belfast. Never-Ending Fatigue, yielded by Lust&Greed. These-Tears of mine wish to roll-down my Eye. I hold them back, Pride is my Knack.
Being the Subject of Comprise, I very much despise. Admitting that someone hurt you isn’t deemed a Virtue. To be vulnerable is scary & also leaves one weary. As I reflect, as well I introspect.
My Life filled with Peril, which keeps my Heart sterile. Not Cold-Hearted, but Hard-Hearted…don’t get me started. Several-Persons have driven me to throw my Heart away. They’ve betrayed me, then expect me to stay.
I’ve grown Numb: at least I’m not Dumb. Being open has its Price & it’s not nice. Years of giving to Others, what they give not, has me bothered. It’s Time to change, because I’m to blame.
I’ve learned that it feels good to say “No”: that’s when their Real-Character will show. When they’re refused they become reclused. They’ll treat Others as the “Villain”, while they spew their Poison.
As mine Eyes swell, I immediately dispel…
…the Weakness for People I viewed as equal.
Gareth Bryant 1443, A.H./2022, C.E.
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