It is a curse to feel deeply, they grieve
That words cut thinly with surgical precision
Every hint of betrayal a jackknife in the ribs
Fear manifesting from surrounding shadows
Burnt with overwhelming sorrow
To hear the shattering of one’s world into unfixable pieces.
Yet is it, I could not help but to question
The privilege that few have a chance of feeling
Pouring affection without reservation
Joy in the smallest of things
Whisper love into the deepest wells of sadness
To know the constant lull of the ocean like my own heartbeat.