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