If you have the happiness of sadness
then grief is no coffin in pressing departure
And one feels no sorrow in stoic bravery, to a point!
And you can evolve in the calmness of the substance of treasures
even if you have an inkling of the eventuality that the evil
may attempt to take even that away!
And one feels no panic in the storm
that blows away your rooftops and leaves
you drenched. And you fend off tears
and believe in your conviction, faith and resolutions
because you know the submission is an irreconcilable deluge
that you submerge into only because you feared the drenching!
And you fold your stoic self like a garment
and keep it into the closet of silence. Even the silence
when you start to speak, if you dare to confound
the evil with your truths because they want to manipulate them
or want to punish you because they cannot size you up and are confused!
And you only bare yourself because you want to teach people
the truth, so that they can protect themselves from the evil
and they, in return, misunderstand and misjudge you; and you are only left feeling
mightily compromised! And when True Love preaches to you
her ideology of patience and restraint; you tell yourself you can
be more destructive (or even just collateral damage) than the
evil that besieges you. And you want to show them you are not
just a sleep-induced soporific. But you hold back your aggression
like you hold back your tears! And then, you want to tell your
True Love that you’d rather go from this world because
sacrifice is all too fine, but not self-destruction!
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