WRITER'S HAVEN

WOUNDED HEART

I was hurt thrice today

By simple words they shouldn’t say

It set a wound right through my heart

This in me shall never part

Every minute I’m living my way

I’m here to learn and not to play

But my wounded heart keeps me away

From my emotions I want to portray

Sometimes I cry to my heart’s content

Believing that it would set me free

But I was proven wrong

The reminisced emotions was always strong

I wonder when it would end

Hoping that one time I don’t have to pretend

I guess I have to carry it all along

And accept that this wounded heart would last for long

- I made this poem for like a year ago already. It's kind of my hobby to write when such in a mood of solitude specially having my lone time. This is a realization for me as to how sometimes individual becomes tactless and just say everything without second thoughts and by that, sometimes not even realizing that they are hurting other people's feelings which eventually in worst case, they'll (the poeple who got wounded) bring it as a bad memory for the rest of their life perhaps. Some might try to cope up with the feeling that burdens them and some are lucky to escape its grasp. However, "some" means not all. So there are still those who suffer its torment day by day. To evaluate back in the kind of setting and taking this into a general sense, sometimes words just jumps out of our mouth especially when emotions are kicking in. Maybe for us it's just words, but for the person who heard them, it might be a nightmare (vise versa). And now in the perspective of the person who wants to cheer up an emotionally wounded person. We never know how they feel. We might understand somehow but never ever feel the same way.