Cruel saints
What a bitter contradiction...
They become a balm for strangers' wounds,
a shoulder for unfamiliar tears,
and have a thousand beautiful words
for the suffering of others.
They speak of humanity,
of compassion, of love, of kindness...
Their hands are always open to save the world,
yet those very hands
crush the heart of the person dearest to them
with such merciless ease.
Someone stands close by,
someone who loves them,
who has placed their heart in their presence,
someone who may have reduced their entire world
to the reflection in their eyes.
And yet, how effortlessly
they break that heart,
without the slightest hesitation,
as though that love holds no value,
as though it does not even deserve
the smallest measure of tenderness.
How strange...
How can someone weep
for the suffering of the entire world,
yet remain utterly unmoved
while breaking the heart
of someone who loves them?
@Helen32
I liked that poem.. Everybody has the ability to help, heal, or harm others when it comes to love.. it's a harsh reality most of us face..
Thanks for sharing 🌟 🌲
@AsherTree
Thank you so much for your kind words and thoughtful comment! Sometimes those who appear kindest are the ones who leave the deepest wounds.
