Saturday, December 12, 2009

The Heart's Filthy Lesson

Have you ever felt your heart break? It is a strange, benign sense of emptiness that lingers and spreads its volatile wings. Every passing heartbeat feels like a lead fist that drops into the pit of your stomach only to rise again, as you gasp for a deep, long breath and hear the crash unto the soft underbelly. The air is thick with the viscosity of the one moment that set forth this morbid dance of emotions.

The pain swirls and coils around the heart as it crumbles slowly, crackling with the weak demeanor of crumpled paper in an unforeseen fist of events. This shall pass. But not without draining the strength and belief in what could have been and what is. The pattern falls into place again and again to remind you of the cruelty it beholds & the helplessness that wisps in its wake.

To come to terms with the melancholy, there seems no means. It only steps forth to unwield its molten chaos in a heap of distress. This shall also come to pass. But not without leaving behind a nefarious scar that mirrors the twisted smile of ever present irony. A constant reminder that you shall rise above and when you think you have vanquished the hurting, the putrid feeling will snake it's way back and tighten the crushing grip. The fall will be worthy of a few sympathetic words garnered in a moonlit crucible of hope. Yet, the squeeze shall embrace the muscle within and stop the blood from coursing through the tattered veins.

And when you are at your weakest, the final blow shall be struck with the blazing vigor of a hammer upon an aging anvil that beds the remains of your groaning heartbeat. This is when you shall breath your last.

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