To Absent Days' Gone,
The strength of weakness Betrays Oneself.
The Weakness of Strength defaces the purity of a love so strong as to entwine ones' life and being.
A heart in chaos sees nearsighted,
The part I play is that of the puppet to mineself.
But Thanks to thou who'd show me the painful truth.
Set my aching heart free from itself and show me,
Strength,
Weakness,
Love,
Fear,
To coexist so tightly to seem as one in the same.
Truth speak,
I will listen.
I will learn.
I am not alone, not in myself nor in others.
I Am, Myself.
~Robert van Lingen
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
To Absent Days' Gone,
The strength of weakness Betrays Oneself.
The Weakness of Strength defaces the purity of a love so strong as to entwine ones' life and being.
A heart in chaos sees nearsighted,
The part I play is that of the puppet to mineself.
But Thanks to thou who'd show me the painful truth.
Set my aching heart free from itself and show me,
Strength,
Weakness,
Love,
Fear,
To coexist so tightly to seem as one in the same.
Truth speak,
I will listen.
I will learn.
I am not alone, not in myself nor in others.
I Am, Myself.
~Robert van Lingen