Hello guys, it's been a long while here on steemit, I decided to pitch my tent here with a quick scribble of mine. It talks about pain, hurt and love
What have I done wrong?
Once I was a gift
Now a forbidden gourd
Once I was a mentor
Now a tormentor
Once I mean the world to you
Now you wish me out of the world
Once you gave me your heart
Now you shower me with hurts
What have I done wrong?
Where did I go wrong?
What went wrong?
What is my crime?
Did I do something abominable?
Are my abominable deeds unforgivable?
Forgive my trespass
Receive my fragile heart
And say goodbye to hate
I felt so connected with this poem all through writing this. Maybe because I've been there before. The hurt, the internal pain and the blurry view of the future are what keeps one in a sraitlaced state of emotional torture. Love is a beautiful thing, and the best way of tapping into its beauty is loving oneself and not looking for validation from someone else.
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