I promised myself not to ask her reasons,
For matters of the heart can’t be mapped like the seasons.
The riches of heaven are saved for the peasant
And the road to happiness is not one that is pleasant.
They tell me every dark cloud has a silver lining,
And some lessons must be learnt without skiving class.
You never know the warmth of the water without diving in,
And after the darkness of night the sun comes out shining.
I guess so it goes that every rose has its thorn,
And even a mighty king might lose his throne
If you love someone, let them go, they may not be for you to own,
For those in glass houses do not carry stones.
At least now, they say, you have a tale to tell
And don’t be the dog that hides its tail between its legs.
Love is blind and so do we have to learn Braille
So foolish hearts like mine would not be left trailing behind.
My broken heart left a trail of destruction
But in these life lessons I gained more instruction
In the ways of the heart I have more information
To face all adversity and pain with increased determination.
Potentash Founder. A creative writer. The Managing Editor at Potentash. Passionate about telling African stories and stories about the inclusion of minorities. Find me at email@example.com.
“We're all stories, in the end.” ― Steven Moffat