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|Timmy's Heart From the Inside Out, Just Before the Men in White Coats Arrive. (standard:poetry, 0 words)|
|Author: Tim||Added: Jun 09 2001||Views/Reads: 2671/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Free form, written 06/99. Inspired by by the first of many, many breakups with my lover.|
Peering out through the enormous, ragged hole in my heart, I see, and feel the intense darkness all around, and the bitter cold rushes in and chills me to the bone. The love in my heart reaches out like a ray of sunshine, seeking to enshroud the heart of the one I love, wrapping it with warmth and caring, and keeping it safe for all eternity. Yet, arriving at the hard steel, welded door of the empty, calloused heart, it falls at her feet crying an empty, lonely, plaintiff wail, bringing incredible pain both to itself and her. How can this be, when endless joy and ecstasy await both, if only that door would open, ever so slightly? The thin line between love and despair becomes like the widest interstate highway, many lanes across and unbreechable, as rush hour seems to be forever unrelenting. Has life become so insane as to prevent love from ever living again, from bringing happiness and sweetness and pleasure to both hearts? Has love been relegated to a dream state, safely tucked away, never being given a chance to live and flourish? Knowing her perception of reality has locked away the glorious future forever, darkness being the order of both night and day? Has love been destroyed by years and years of abuse, and a life of Hell created by the pain inflicted upon it? Is this the new Rule, rather than the exception? "I Can't Return Your Love Right Now", "No Trespassing", "Love Me and I'll go Poof". Are these signs of the present and the future, painstakingly constructed so well they can never be torn down? Is the wall so incredibly strong and high, it will prevent the greatest joy life has to bring, from ever being known again? Will God not allow this heart to open up and warm to the possibilities of happiness and joy ever again? Surely, this is not the case! Surely, it is in His plan for her to gracefully receive this tender and precious love offered by one who cares for her so deeply, wishing only to fill her life with happiness and joy, creating a magnificent Palace of Love, in which they may reside together, forever. Is time the healing factor? If so, where is the magic transition line, where love will be allowed to be released and grow and warm the hearts of both, to make her life, and his, one happy place in which to laugh and love once again? The halfway point has been passed, making each day a valuable commodity, ever so much shorter and more treasured than the one before. Life must be relished and lived as if each day were the last. Love must be unleashed, savored and enjoyed for what it is, more valuable than all the gold in the world, for it truly is that! Okay guys, you can take me away now. Be sure to turn off the computer and the lights. I won't need them anymore, and please tell everyone I was in no pain, except in the depths of my heart, which contains an aching so incredibly great, all other pain pales by comparison. Does the hospital have lemon icebox pie? Tweet
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