We are bruised apples
lying on the ground
hoping to be picked
But day after day,
we are ignored, till we rot
And feed the soil for next year's crop.
We are bruised egos
as we go about our lives, either acting or reacting
bumping against societal rules
bumping against others, till we are black and blue
inside and out
Till we yell out, I want to get off this crazy ride.
We are bruised egos
yearning to be better, aching to fly
but the walls close in around us, chocking us, boxing us in
measuring us with it's strict standards
Till we submit and dare to dream again.
We are bruised hearts
who dare to love, who risk rejection
who risk getting hurt
who dares getting our fingers wracked with a societal ruler
till our hearts ache to love and be loved.
Will it ever happen? Will love find us?
We ponder in the darkness, alone with our thoughts, our dreams, our hopes
Till we get up and dare to love again
Lest our heart shrivels and dies a slow death
Incapable of feeling or loving, not even ourselves.
We are bruised souls
That brave the arctic winter
Of a world that is devoid of compassion.
But the light in our heart, though but a flicker,
illuminates the dark stains of humanity.
That light is love and no darkness or coldness can extinguish it.