The pain and whippings and self-flagellation our minds can inflict on our own selves is greater than any mountain we dare to conjure up.

At times like these, when our suffering is deep and sore and painful, it is wise to acknowledge our own lack of mercy and rather instead, to wrap our selves in love.

Because we were created. We were hand-crafted.

And while we still breath, we are life.


Heat like a burning iron
Seared through my heart
Scorching the soft flesh –
The intensity of which
Left me begging for mercy
My unwiped tears left to
Dry themselves away

It has been suggested that I am “too intense”
I have no idea how to be less intense
And whether I should even try
But I guess being less intense could be more fun
How does one go about being less intense?