How do I set my caged heart free?
The world is cruel and the heart is hopeful
That little red-beating needs to have some reason to continue, and now, there's no reason to continue.
It gave up a long time ago
and it's been exhausted for eras
the tiredness doesn't seem to stopHow do I set my caged heart free?
The world is cruel and the heart is hopeful
That little red-beating needs to have some reason to continue, and now, there's no reason to continue.
It gave up a long time ago
and it's been exhausted for eras
the tiredness doesn't seem to stop
the cruel keeps getting crueler and the brave cant find their courage for another battle anymore
warriors defeated lie on to rest as they welcome their final moments
the fight has been fought for too long
and the wars have no reason to continue
yet bullets are fired
just because
the home I knew once, becomes a battlefield for everyone of us
the family I knew once are all soldiers, warriors and most of all, survivors.
the water of the womb is less dilute than the ego and pride of "the man" who wants nothing but his desires fulfilled
everything served in a silver platter just because he is male
and all the riches be his, a desire, just because he dreams
all the hard work, all of us does, drops to nil
because where there lies ego, we don't bother to tell them 'we've struggled too'
but we do have to acknowledge the struggle he faced
expecting kindness worked when we were juveniles
we were young, innocent and stupid.
but now, we're out of kindness to return to the old hag, who demands his ego be fed and treated like royalty... just to live a dream that was birthed out of selfishness...
we're out of kindness now
it was stripped away when we were raped of our innocence and punished to speak up for what's right.
we're out of kindness and we don't give a damn.
the ego was a baby, and demanded less back then... but the pride disease got into this neonatal... alas..
having our innocence stripped away, we watched the world turn cruel to us, within our homes.
voices, noises, and words hold power
of what magnitude I learnt that day
when the happiness of my childhood got nabbed and killed, butchered and trashed
the world is cruel
how do I live? how do I set my heart free?
knowing that we people I call family are as strange as any other random stranger
but oh, they do resemble like someone who cared for me once
a little too long ago
I've forgotten what it's like to have love within the walls
within 'safe' spaces
within my residence... because "home" doesn't exist. not anymore.
not when home becomes a land of terror and nightmares and a prime ground for sadness.
this world is cruel
and after all this, somehow
the heart is hopeful
R
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13 Feb 2024
