The Escape

                                                      

                                                    I am looking for a door to my heart.

The door that expressed my love and pain

It housed the threads and needles needed to mend me

Hmmm, the door is a trap, it is no escape, just bait to break me into pieces

It didn’t  take much from me to be strong than I used to be

Built as a soldier on all towers of life.

When the dew of life fails to fall on our hearts we choose to be excellent

And powerful regardless. The matches that seek to march past our house in all circumstances. The emotional traumas that belittle our abilities in all aspects of life.

 Many call our name, but in the end the response will always send us crying.

Whatever  I seek is hidden in the treasures of the deep.
No one will love you like you, you will always be imperfect in the yes of others, why not choose to be strong and make things work for you for at the end of the day, the escape is through your heart.