The daily toils
Brings pleasure and pain
Being mortal
Means one faces life and finally death
When vulnerability sets in
My heart yearns for hope
Yet the soul is still healing from the wounds
Needing to tolerate imperfections and trials
I ask
Be tender
Be loving
Be that vessel that contains
The broken me
So that
The wounds could heal
From the comfort of your care
And the respite from the storms
Footnote: I am in the mood for writing poetry of late, to explore the human conditions. Let me know if you like the poems.
3 comments:
I like the part "be the vessel that contains me"
Thanks a lot my friend. :) I like that too.
nice empathetic tone.
but be the vessel, and not contain the pain. 'cos that would be too much to bear.
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