The Heavy Price of Realization

Life is a river with twists unknown, An endless journey, where seeds are sown.We trust the hands we thought would stay,But find they drift in their own way.

They’re kind, they’re helpful, their hearts are pure,

Yet our paths diverge, of that I’m sure.

For no one’s nature can we reshape,

Only guide them gently, give them escape.

And those who love us, why would we change?

To mold their essence feels so strange.

If correction wounds, leaves scars inside,

Why does the hurt feel so amplified?

Of all the souls that crossed my path,

I found no malice, no hidden wrath.

Generous, caring, their spirits bright,

Yet paying that price still feels so right.

A cup kept full to always give,

But the weight of it all, I still relive.

The cost of importance, of being sincere,

Has left its mark, so sharp, so clear.

Perhaps the pain is worth the gain,

To learn what’s wrong, to bear the strain.

If no one seeks to harm my heart,

Why does it tear my soul apart?

We’re all so different, yet somehow the same,

An umbrella’s burden or its saving flame.

When the rain is gone, do we cast it away,

Or keep it close for another gray day?

Why can’t we embrace each unique thread,

Instead of needing one’s soul to be bled?

Kindness should never be a curse,

But proving it makes the ache far worse.

Space, respect, a place to be heard,

Are the roots of love, the strongest word.

Yet silence kills where speech could heal,

And hearts collapse where none can feel.

So here I stand, with lessons learned,

Through pain and joy, my soul has burned.

Life is a puzzle, with pieces misfit,

But love and respect are the heart of it.

         

                                                   ~TK