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The Human Heart
Brightness deep inside, coming through the cracks, pressure growing stronger every day, moment by moment it aches to explode from with in me.
Sadness weeps across my face, holding in it the love of an undernourished mis used child near death waiting new hope.
As I hold my breath so still in my chest I find myself waiting to exhale as though the slightest breeze would blow it all to pieces.
A lulling regret, a vicious reminder of something that once was; if only… If I had just done something sooner, would it have been different?
Possibly, Maybe, Who knows it may have been worse.
But now as I look out upon a blanket of white and the down pouring rage of Mother Nature I feel that it was inevitable.
At no cost would this of been as effective, no more so than the UN birthing of a child into this word.
Only to mother a mother, no I don’t think so, but to send a survival life line to the heavens.
To give forth a life to save yourself, to bring new hope and meaning to a lost wandering soul, to have faith.
Yes that is it, two beings coming together through the time lines of the universe to hold together what they could not hold apart.
Drawn so close that the very separation could be the end of both there faiths, there deepest connection is not enough to bind them… they start to crumble.
One weaker than the other, life’s years having worn the soul of one so thin and frail.
Might I be subjected to witness the death of my life barer so early in life and worse might it be by her doing?
Unfair is this tragedy they have chosen for me… let them be ware that I will survive and the torment they have put onto me will be brought upon them in thrice folds, I will reap there souls of forth coming upon this world and the next.
My soul has bound itself to its reality yet set adrift in the next.
I will see all and I will be ready for there mightiest war.
They will fear my forth coming, they know what they have created they just underestimated the deepness of the soul they chose.
This world has its warrior, Mother Nature has her victor, her last remaining hope of humanity…
THE HUMAN HEART!
Throw it upon fire throw it upon shards of broken glass bring it threw turmoil and crush it into fragmented pieces do what you must.
It will become hardened it will grow back superior to the last and it will thrive.
Just waiting for what’s next in this meager world.
Sadness weeps across my face, holding in it the love of an undernourished mis used child near death waiting new hope.
As I hold my breath so still in my chest I find myself waiting to exhale as though the slightest breeze would blow it all to pieces.
A lulling regret, a vicious reminder of something that once was; if only… If I had just done something sooner, would it have been different?
Possibly, Maybe, Who knows it may have been worse.
But now as I look out upon a blanket of white and the down pouring rage of Mother Nature I feel that it was inevitable.
At no cost would this of been as effective, no more so than the UN birthing of a child into this word.
Only to mother a mother, no I don’t think so, but to send a survival life line to the heavens.
To give forth a life to save yourself, to bring new hope and meaning to a lost wandering soul, to have faith.
Yes that is it, two beings coming together through the time lines of the universe to hold together what they could not hold apart.
Drawn so close that the very separation could be the end of both there faiths, there deepest connection is not enough to bind them… they start to crumble.
One weaker than the other, life’s years having worn the soul of one so thin and frail.
Might I be subjected to witness the death of my life barer so early in life and worse might it be by her doing?
Unfair is this tragedy they have chosen for me… let them be ware that I will survive and the torment they have put onto me will be brought upon them in thrice folds, I will reap there souls of forth coming upon this world and the next.
My soul has bound itself to its reality yet set adrift in the next.
I will see all and I will be ready for there mightiest war.
They will fear my forth coming, they know what they have created they just underestimated the deepness of the soul they chose.
This world has its warrior, Mother Nature has her victor, her last remaining hope of humanity…
THE HUMAN HEART!
Throw it upon fire throw it upon shards of broken glass bring it threw turmoil and crush it into fragmented pieces do what you must.
It will become hardened it will grow back superior to the last and it will thrive.
Just waiting for what’s next in this meager world.
Published 27th Jun 2012
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