So easy to get caught up in something
That resembles happiness for a time.
The exchange of emotions and true minds,
Of love unchecked, no regret ensnaring.
Yet never far is the abject torment
The loss and longing, the fear of being-
Rejected, dismissed, a soul left unseen,
To drown in despair long left to ferment.
These ever present highs and lows, although
Seen from the outside may look a mite mad.
To a tender heart are lessons best had.
For grace and sorrow both help us to grow.
In the depths as at the heights we keep on,
Learning where our hearts do truly belong.
