Doubt..

Birthed from an ambushed answer.
What greatness can you possibly be?

This is one of those works done out of desperation.

I don't do my best when ambushed or cornered.
It hurts to see this.
Both physically and emotionally.

Especially when you have pointed out everything wrong and expect an apology for getting you in this mess, but there is none.

Oh, the trials of dealing with idiotic people.

The heart...

It is hurting.
From disappointment in people.
From being ambushed so unexpectedly.

It is compassionate.
It sees someone looking helpless.
It sees how disorganised everything is.

So it puts aside the hurt and reach out to help as much as one can.

The irony is how it is all from one same source.
To have such capacity to love those who hurt it.
Those that caused so much tears over and over again.

It is a very special heart indeed.