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Live as Your Heart Desires

This poem entrusts its final hope to the phrase “live as your heart desires,” even while standing amid failure, suffering, and self-denial. It portrays an inner voice that, despite wounds, confusion, and despair, still refuses to abandon life and struggles to affirm one’s own existence. Words can become madness at times, and at other times they can shine like light—the poem quietly questions both their danger and their power to heal.


Live as Your Heart Desires

Live as your heart desires.
Can words sometimes sustain life?

Judgment collapses under bitter anguish.
The shock of crashing against the wall of failure.
The unbearable humiliation of being mocked.
Confidence lost and never regained.
A presence neglected and ignored.
A small pride looked down upon.
The crumbling of self-respect and the chain of self-denial.

Live as your heart desires.
Can words sometimes become madness?

One can only struggle against a fate that twists and overturns endlessly.
There is no need to rage.
Nor can one continue resisting forever.
One can only accept it.
Will the frayed seams of the heart simply keep tearing apart?

Live as your heart desires.
Can words sometimes shine with light?

Clinging to life.
Entrusting oneself to a single earnest wish.
Searching for every possible path.
Words discovered within despair.
Believing only in a road toward recovery.

At rock bottom, these are the only words I know:
“Live as your heart desires.”
Even if I should wither away,
I entrust myself to these words of resolve.
“To live as my heart desires.”
Is this the phrase that lets one celebrate
the one and only life we are given?
“To be allowed to live as my heart desires.”

〔Written on May 22, 2026 — Can self-destruction ever become liberation of the self?〕

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