• Invisible Heart

    by  • April 27, 2013 • Art of the Letter • 0 Comments

    Sometimes there is space of time; when I’m all in completely in with you. I want to let go yet those whispers, from the past began to play and as the pain in my soul reawakens; every kick, every bruise like footprints using my ribs as steps. And I pause. “I say to myself” “No it’s just the same pattern”. Why do it again? Why open up & pour yourself out, (I know no other way to love) be lovely, flourishing again; only to be treated like a stranger,total contempt. In the famous words of Ruby: I don’t like people laughing at me. And I’ve been left on my ass too many times to think that its funny. I’ve been left too many times to go through the motions again. You know how hard it is to give your all & constantly get kicked. My mother among several others proclaim ” You’re the most stubborn damn woman; I ‘ve ever seen! How will you marry like that? I only have a little bit of me left on reserve & who will I be willing to surrender that to? “Only God knows” It just hurt so bad. It hurts. It hurts. Everyday am let with the lingering question: Will I spend the rest of my days being invisible? Invisible. Being that seemly seventy percent of seven billion, people are hardly aware of the world around at any given moment. I’ll say looks like invisibility it is, not always what it seems. It take something special to see the invisible. Maybe that is who I will give the peace of me on hold to, someone who can see my invisible heart. My invisible heart

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