Some
things we learn so slowly... Some things we never learn... Some things we learn
the hard way... The only way to survive a broken heart is to leave Cupid's
broken arrow and hope it heals with a scar before it drips and drains
all remaining life from your heart...
The spell
was cast by memory
With the
wanderlust of a rolling stone
Traces
of broken dream’s dust and ashes
Fell
like love cast out with a claustrophobic moan
A broken heart could not convince me
Every
heart has not a home
Into
a world without an island to feel a tranquil peace
Born of mother earth, into a race where faded memories were erased
Journeying
out into an unknown raging sea, before learning to walk the land
Dreams
of some lost abandoned safe haven, an illusion
Welcoming
shorelines were never discovered by this soulful man
A
world where what’s lost is rarely found
Where
square pegs never fit the round
When
the die is cast from molten life
It
cools and forms flesh and bone
Insignificance,
abandoned, left feeling like a heart without a home
In
the end the faded memory is chiseled and scribed on some forgotten mossy stone.
In
a distance I hear the eerie silence
The ship's final soul has sailed on a windless sea
Drifting
infinite fathoms, the icon of a loveless being, another
random lifetime lived,
like a lonely sunken ship of treasures, lost in the darkness undersea.
like a lonely sunken ship of treasures, lost in the darkness undersea.
I’ll
walk another endless mile always knowing,
there
will never be a home for my heart in the world ahead of me.
Reborn
into a world where every passing thought becomes a fading dream
Love
may be the last gasping breath left unbreathed
Belonging
is a walking contradiction of my self esteem
Oh! heart and soul be set free...
Exhausted
and weary of struggles, forsaken by gravity
No longer
resisting the absolute surrender, the final choice that sets your soul free...
©
2012 Harlon Rivers… September 27th, 2012
3 comments:
the future is pregnant with possibilities.. we cannot know what may be waiting ahead for us.. we cannot know how many hearts may hold us dear.. unless we keep our own hearts open..your words have touched me once again..
olla
What I liked: continuity through-out the stanza
May I Suggest: Insignificance, abandoned: you change it to either insignificant or abandonment.
May I say:
I’ll walk another endless mile always knowing,
there will never be a home for my heart in the world ahead of me.
--Perhaps your heart has found a home in many a friend or stranger that you've touched with your kindness and talents. Just because your heart doesn't reside in the chest of a lover doesn't mean it hasn't found a home.
What is the final choice that sets your heart free?
Thank you for reading a rather deeply emotional write for me...We truly cannot begin to know what lies ahead...I have never done well with disappointments or starting over. I need to take full ownership of too high of expectations at this point in life…When relationship expectations are set unrealistically high I stop resisting intinct to maintain selfpreservation…the trap is set to catch yourself and we have no one to blame but ourselves. The only way to stop the cycle is to set boundaries or accepting that this man was born a square peg in a round hole world and just let it go. I just can't do human perimeter fortress private refuge...You cannot defy gravity nor fate. I accept the later and that is what this poem is about. I will choose a solo exsistence of solitude over boundaries that are nothing more than walls...I just can't do it...If nothing else, being true to yourself is something to be. Maybe that's a home for the heart...
This isn’t new, I wish it were, as it was spawned as a young child in a less than supportive environment. You know they say your personality is formed by 3 years old. What few people admit is that family interaction, or lack of it, that goes on during the pre teen years casts much of how you react emotionally through life in stone. At least it did in my case. Our ability to love and be loved is learned. I just feel like? Well, I think I said it in “Broken Arrow.” Where the feeling of frustration evolves from is in my mind. No one did anything to me…it is all egoic perception…
Like I said above: Some things we learn so slowly... Some things we never learn... Some things we learn the hard way...
This is cathartic writing without boundaries.
What is the final choice that sets your heart free? Perhaps that’s another write because that is not the kind of thing to be answered here…
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