questions of the heart.

THE heart is a fragile thing indeed. One gentle prick may cause it to bleed. If it is subjected to hurt again and again. Could it possibly endure this intolerable pain? Is there no antidote, no potent cure? Can a heart that is tainted ever be made pure? Can past grievances be forgotten and completely erased? Can the scars of the past disappear without a trace? If a heart has been wounded, is there any relief? Is there any escape from fear, sorrow and grief? If one has been subjected to such ruthless betrayal, Can he still trust that love will prevail? A heart that lies bruised and broken, From painful words that have been carelessly spoken. Shattered into innumerable pieces, All scattered about in a million places. But believe these words, for they are true. O, wretched heart, there is hope yet for you. For though all else may eventually passed away, True love will presevere at the end of the day. written by- marianne liaw thanks for the poem, girl. . xoxo