The exception of love leaves a trail of broken hearts,
emotional deprived souls
trying to overcome a fair foul.
What would become of the spirits whose sanctuary
is but a myth of a mysterious openings to a society
long forgotten by their creator?
If we could just take a moment
look around before flying off the handle of our own hunger and thirst
which we toil from the discouragement we received as kids,
maybe then and only then
will our eyes open to the ugly reality of how beautiful
we can be without looking through the glass,
to judge ourselves harshly of the things we can never change.
For in that moment of knowing,
a heart remains at bliss with the universe