[Poem] titled, "Keeping the Light Alive"
slowly breaking the heart apart;
piercing the tiny light like a dart,
can the heart still make a fresh start?
trying its best to light the way;
keeping the pieces from breaking away
but what price do we need to pay?
can the heart remain strong?
When justice and truth evades the tongue,
are we supposed to bath in dungs?
preventing the light from reaching the seed;
the world's essence eaten by greed,
will the heart forever hide in dread?
we need light to drive away the shadows;
life will always experience blows
but does it not also help us grow?