Something to Believe In

I have but one simple heart. My heart is open wide to the world. I give my love, and receive hurt and pain, for my love is not enough. My simple heart cannot dry the tears. The old man on the street with a bag of memories in two worn hands, give shelter out of the cold, but my simple heart cannot heal the war of his wounds. I cry. I cry the pain of loneliness, I cry for the people; I cry for the wounded, I cry for the angry. My simple heart has given out so much. It is empty for me. It bleeds for those I hold dear who do not realize this greater gift of love I have. I feel the love of the world and the pain. Is there not one that my simple heart will not drowned with this great gift of love? Is there not one to share this pain and turn this bleeding hurt around? How do I heal the wounds dug so deep? I love you………..if you cut me, will I not bleed? Your words are like the daggers pinioned into my soul. I must suffer for I do not feel worthy of your love or kindness. The guilt of my shame carried on my shoulders like the weight of a thousand worlds. I am never enough, my simple heart to bleed cold.

(Written about 10 years ago)