POEM BY: reflectivewryter.
O Heart...
O Heart, how precious you are,
How fragile you are,
And yet, how good of a fighter you are,
Strange is your case, for your fight is with yourself,
I'm in awe of your condition, you are free when imprisoned, and you are imprisoned when set free,
Your doors shall never be opened, lest lurking devils and his enemies enter through,
A pinhole is danger to your purity, it is a threat to your safety,
Beware o Heart, never open your doors,
Lest you become imprisoned by the shackles of the devils and delusions of the Dunya,
Take heed o Heart, strive in closing the pinholes,
For that is the place from where distractions enter,
And make a hole out of it,
Until you open your door,
For the real enemy to enter,
And destroy you,
By trapping you within his shackles,
You are the King o Heart, and you are the Commander over rest of the body,
The King is surrounded by enemies and threats so know o Heart,
You shall be preserved and protected, lest you become corrupt,
For Your corruption, is corruption of your soldiers.
© reflectivewryter