The Split
There’s always a tear, sometimes a humongous
Ripping through two worlds
That are never meant to be one
Just like the birds flocking away trying to find their own means unaware of the other side to the coin
A thoughtful communication can lead astray, a blame or a shout that zips the mouth of the other
And then the struggle to lock the love, the emotions sits through muting thyself , confused , unable to look through the other side of the coin
Scarring the tear even more
And the story spirals
A big mouth dodging every heartfelt communication like a bullet stemming from a load of self doubt
A soft hearted mush knowing thy worth but chooses to remain quiet through the tumult
Only if there was a better way to cross the dark paths , to see through the tear of the other person’s life
To stop carrying one’s past , and each day dragging this heavy baggage that leaves you blind to the reality
Your own eyes fooled you to kill your empathy to your dear ones, ones that wish to stay through the tunnels of your life
The reality is Multi fold - a need to balance the thread between selfish needs with desire to empathise will arise


well written ❤️