(I wrote this quite a long time ago)
whatever made sense before
makes both no sense anymore and yet it does
only after time has passed.
the heart was bruised, stabbed
and then run over by a truck.
In the hours of despair the heart waited alone
first aid was applied: stitches put in and some taken out
carefully over a period of days.
the heart spoke:
it was not the other but you
who trampled on yourself dear friend
you had forgotten
you had ignored that part that was aware
the part that tried to tell you it was you all along.
hurt yourself blindly and here we are.
don't look so surprised
we have tried talking to you
you said 'hit me with truth' and it was done.
the heart weeps
the heart bleeds with sorrow because it is true:
to know the pain is by our own hands.
the world is not as it was.
security is gone. only that which is yet unknown remains.
glued together with the shards of old.
it is no comfort.
fear and rage are companions of your choosing.
you put them there dear one.
you invited them along out of sheer ignorance.
only you can say goodbye to them.
at any time.
your life is yours. in any shape or form.