Brittle Leaves

The sound of the water & whistling wind is the only thing that could bring my heart peace at that time. I stood under a tree without leaves and let the wind blow my undone hair and my broken heart. I picked up a brittle leave. It was dead, it had been in one place far to long with no water to keep it alive. But, it was still very much there. It resembled my heart. I held the broken leaf in my hand & crumbled it up. I was so broken. I stood there for a minute with the crumbled leaf in my cold hand. After a minute or two of holding my heart in my hand, I let it go, with the wind. I let my heart go with the wind, & wherever the wind took it is the place where it was meant to be. All I knew is it was safe. I had no idea where the wind took it. Maybe in the water, soil, or maybe it just withered through the air. But, all I knew is it would stay broken forever. I would never find every single piece to put the pieces back together. I didn't think i'd ever want to either. As I thought about it more, I liked the fact that it would never become whole again. I would never have to feel again... I would never be broken again. Although my real heart is still very much whole inside of me. But my mind would think it was gone. My mind is very gullible, as my heart once was. This is my new beginning, a chance to feel new things. The wind would take me places I have never been. I'd see things I would have never saw... If I never let my heart go where it was MEANT to be.