Sometimes the glass is simple half empty,
but most of the time it’s overflowing.
I laugh loudly and infectiously.
My writing starts in my heart,
travels to my mind, and
spills from my fingers and
if I don’t catch it in time, I’ll lose it.
I try to write as universally
as possible, but it’s always so personal.
I’m too loyal to people, wanting to give
them my last breath if it meant
they would love me unconditionally
and without fear.
I get so drained from being who I am,
from trying to be patient and understanding
and offering an ocean and
I only receive a grain of sand in return.
“What is tolerance? It is the consequence of humanity. We are all formed of frailty and error; let us pardon reciprocally each other’s folly – that is the first law of nature.” – Voltaire
Picture Credits : Sachal Abbas