Fulfillment.

Fleeing sadness, fighting madness,
A defeated heart yearns
Not for happiness.

Simply, hope.
Simply, a spark.
So that it may pound to
Its regular beat once more.

Forget grandeur and extravagance,
Pride
and dramatics,
for they are of no use.
They do not inspire,
They do not conceive new life.
Only do they imitate,
Clone,
And attempt to duplicate
Rebirth.


Selfless love is the key
To reviving this heart,
to return it to life,
and life in abundance.


After all, what good is a pitcher of water
if it simply sits unused?

It does not achieve any purpose,
either of Itself,
or of anything else.

In order to be filled up,
one must be poured out.

Only then will you be filled again.


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