A Plague of the Heart
It renders victims vain,
For its essence, paralysis conscious,
And its taste leaves all desperate—
An awful phenomenon dressed in lace.
They say destiny lies in the stars,
And in the stars, it may be.
But stars collapse and deteriorate
To make so many more:
Balls of storm,
Voids of darkness.
Is that where I shall look?
Is that where I shall go?
For an answer is what I seek—
Not silence,
Not quiet.
There are countless times in life when we question our calamities and sometimes even our existence. We beg God for answers, for the universe to show us mercy, and for the heavens to come down and bless our souls.
But sometimes, none of this happens. We scream and yell into nothingness. And soon we lose all hope and become pessimists.
What are you supposed to do?
Dearest readers, I ask you: What are you supposed to do?
Sometimes there’s nothing you can do. So you do the other things you can and pray the pain goes away.
Beautiful though painful ❤️