Faith, Hope and Love

Like you cannot see the end of the tunnel.

Like every corner is nothing but cold bricks and gloomy facade.

Blank faces on empty street.

Street with one flickering post lamp waiting to fade.

There is no sunshine, the kind of light you want to see.

Your eyes began to itch.

You blink. 

One.

Two.

Three.

Then tears fall 

And you just stood there.

Dumbfounded.

And then you walked.

Your chest went heavy the moment you passed by a tree.

Tree as grey as ashes. It almost look burnt in shadows of the night.

And then you run.

Until your feet went numb.

You cannot breath.

Like rhythmic thud went faster and faster.

You wonder why.

It almost hit you in the head.

You heard it.

You felt it.

But you won't believe.

You knew all along,

there is no heart after all.

Again you stood there.

Just stood there.

Dumbfounded.

Then you asked yourself.

Of all those hallow faces,

who among them has a heart?

You run again.

Back to empty street, with blank faces.

Each of them you asked the same question.

"Who among you has a heart?"

One man playing his saxophone said, here take my fiery heart and keep it.

You said "you are good at it, keep your heart instead."

The other man riding on mercedes benz said, here take my golden heart and keep it.

You said, "thank you sir you can keep it."

Then you saw this blind man who seems like a poet. 

He said, you can take my heart anywhere.

You said, I will take it. Thank you sir.

You left the poet.

You run and stop right infront of the tree.

Keep it tree. The heart of a poet.

Tree went green from ashes.

Leaves grew thicker to bushes and flowers sprout everywhere.

Then something inside you burnt like sunset flame.

You just stood there.

Dumbfounded.

There is your heart.

That no unworthy man can ever see.

That ignites flame and creates sunshine.

You see,

You share the heart

to someone who needs it

and yours grew fonder.

Love is not yours to keep,

but is there to share

and make it shine brighter

and make it grew fonder.

Let it gallop like a wild stag.

Let it color like the tree &

Bloom like a flower

Even tears has an end.

Even numbness has an end.

Even searching has an end.

Even grey turns to green.

When you only have faith.

and FAITH got you.

xoxo

Fran