Notes from a sensitive heart

Words

As sharp as a sword

Piercing through the heart

Rupturing the veins

Releasing blood, stains all over.

Rudeness

Never had I witnessed

Such immense ingratitude 

And lack of observations 

On basic good manners.

Patience

I reckoned I had plenty

I thought I'm good at it
But now I realized
How small my heart is.

You have a long way to go

You have plenty to learn

You have much to improve.

Thank you for being rude

Thank you for your unkind words

Because now I’ve seen

That my heart has much growing to do.

So here I go learning

To be kind to you

Even when I know

That you won’t appreciate this

For it isn’t your appreciation that I need

But my own maturing.