I have travelled this road before,
I have trodded through this dusty terrain,
I have tripped and stumbled on these boulders,
I have negotiated these sharp corners,
And these tricky bends.
I know this road of pain,
It still hurts, despite the experience,
And the remindful scars it deposits on my heart.
I still wait to master pain,
To learn how not to cry,
When they break my heart,
I wait to master how to stifle the tears,
How to redeem the lost years,
And allay the strong fears ,
The tears from the fears of hurting again,
The art of the heart is the mastery i seek,
The mystery of the soul!
To which i am open to learning.