gentle hearts.

i used to punish my heart for being so gentle.

i would leave it battered and bruised. verbally

abused for working the way it was created to.

until i realised that gentle is not weak. is not easy to

walk over. is not breakable.

that strength is the root and foundation of

gentleness.

that patience is the nutrient needed to feed it.

the gentle-hearted have still known fire and war

but have chosen to let it take a different shape. to

let it colour us a different shade.

our hearts work the way they are supposed to,

our hearts are not faulty or untrue.