A Heart of Two Colours

To have a soft heart, they say,

Is a blessing from God.

To have a soft heart, they say,

Is a gift to be used wisely.

To have a soft heart, they say,

Is something to be proud of. 

But I say no...

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To have a soft heart, I say,

Is a curse from a fallen world.

To have a soft heart, I say,

Is to have an imperfect belonging.

To have a soft heart, I say,

Is something no one should desire. 

Because...

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A soft heart feels too much.

A soft heart listens too much.

A soft heart is wounded too often.

A soft heart is broken too often. 

So I dream of a heart of stone. 

But they say no...

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To have a stone heart, they say,

Is to feel nothing, at all

To have a stone heart, they say,

Is to never experience joy, ever.

To have a stone heart, they say,

Is to dwell without love, eternally.

All true.

So I will change my dream.

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I will long for a heart that is strong enough to handle both worlds.

A heart that can feel:

Love, and hate.

Joy, and sorrow.

Peace, and war.

Hope, and despair.

I will teach my heart how to be broken, and how to heal.

I will teach my heart how to be weak, and how to grow strong.

I will teach my heart how to love, and how to let go.

Because...

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I have learned,

That in this world,

Everything in moderation,

Is the key to survival.

And my heart will survive...

And thrive...

And be triumphant...

It will be...

A Heart of Two Colours. ♥

{Written By Bekah. Copyrighted April 2014}