Sparks of Light by Maria Fokas
Torn to shreds by spite;
But it will pass, like all misfortunes do.
Our greatest fears come true, sometimes;
Truths which scar the soul –
But it is not the silence which breaks me;
It is what silence leaves behind in its passing –
And in my grieving moment;
The defeat is not of a lost love.
I fought for you with all my might;
As if it were my last battle –
How can we know the truth from a lie?
Surely not by generous manners –
Could it be by a gentle touch, when hardships roar?
I have seen men claiming to be generous; who were the greediest of all –
I have seen men alleging to be gentle; who were merely vile tyrants.
And I have seen men declare their bravery; though nothing but cowards;
Men falling in tantrums like spoilt children, cruel and malice.
But I was fortunate to keep those tormenters astray.
I gave my heart to an unusual man who made promises;
To protect me from his fury and from his rage, and I know you tried;
And so I have no regrets today.
And whether I was haste, or foolish;
Giving you the benefit of the doubt; on all occasions –
It was because – my weaknesses were rife.
And though my faults were countless;
My vow to you was never meant to change.
In this end, I will be mocked;
Endless whispers of insincere pity; will ravage me –
And while they smile in my presence;
I will feel their scorn.
But regardless of the madness –
The struggles, and the pain,
I did not lose a breath of life;
Because I have loved with all my heart.
So no matter what tomorrow brings,
You will remember all those things.
And though you never believed in me:
I will miss the times of laughter;
And I will miss the times you held my tears –
But most of all,
What will be missed;
Is the time I thought you loved me –
© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Photograph by Maria Fokas, at Corfu; Paleokastritsa
Sharp minds can observe patterns of the human behavior and predict; but when it comes to love, experience seems useless; for heart, as wild and untamed as it may be, obeys to no law.
But it’s ok to fall; being vulnerable means opening the cage that hides the wild creature living in your chest and setting it free; this is true love and absolute freedom -and very few are brave enough to do it.
You have been brave; thus you’re worthy of people willing to set their hearts free and dare to surrender to chaos.
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What a beautiful perspective to argue the idea of never giving up on love – I definitely agree with you Invain! Take the good with the pain 🙂 Thank you for visiting and leaving a heartfelt comment.
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touching!
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Thank you!
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