Do you know what happens when a vase is broken and stuck back together repeatedly? It eventually breaks so much that it cannot be mended back anymore. In fact, the only way you can get the vase back to how it looked at first, is to melt it down and remake that whole thing, from scratch.
So does a heart that has been broken in a similar fashion. My heart.
Not the organ that pumps blood into my body, but that non-existent organ that pumps life into my conscious and subconscious being. The source of my emotions, thought, passion and Ego. The very thing that defines me. The thing that makes me do what I do.
Now, it lays broken. Unwilling to mend back together, because it knows, it can't be broken anymore. It can't take it. It won't take it.
Birds chirp outside my balcony. The morning wind carries their cries to all those who can hear. The sun is about to rise. The world will turn again. These things would stir any soul into action, injecting life into them.
Today, mine lays still. Unaffected by chirps, untouched by words.
The heart is broken. But it will go on. It will still work. It will churn its gears; despite being pounded into scrap metal. It has become an expert at doing that now.
Damage gets to everything in time. With each pounding, something is lost.
Piece by piece, too much has crumbled down from my heart. Lost. Irretrievable.
It has retreated deep into the dungeons of my being now. Even I can't reach it anymore. No matter how bad I miss it.
But there is a silver lining. A very thin one.
This marks the end of a chapter and the beginning of a new one. One that I don't even understand or can predict. One that will change things forever.
For those who have been reading my posts....
The torment in my mind has officially ended. The storm has blended into my world. It has seeped into everything it has touched. It has become a part of me.
The resistance has ended. Now I patiently wait, for the next turmoil in queue.
So does a heart that has been broken in a similar fashion. My heart.
Not the organ that pumps blood into my body, but that non-existent organ that pumps life into my conscious and subconscious being. The source of my emotions, thought, passion and Ego. The very thing that defines me. The thing that makes me do what I do.
Now, it lays broken. Unwilling to mend back together, because it knows, it can't be broken anymore. It can't take it. It won't take it.
Birds chirp outside my balcony. The morning wind carries their cries to all those who can hear. The sun is about to rise. The world will turn again. These things would stir any soul into action, injecting life into them.
Today, mine lays still. Unaffected by chirps, untouched by words.
The heart is broken. But it will go on. It will still work. It will churn its gears; despite being pounded into scrap metal. It has become an expert at doing that now.
Damage gets to everything in time. With each pounding, something is lost.
Piece by piece, too much has crumbled down from my heart. Lost. Irretrievable.
It has retreated deep into the dungeons of my being now. Even I can't reach it anymore. No matter how bad I miss it.
But there is a silver lining. A very thin one.
This marks the end of a chapter and the beginning of a new one. One that I don't even understand or can predict. One that will change things forever.
For those who have been reading my posts....
The torment in my mind has officially ended. The storm has blended into my world. It has seeped into everything it has touched. It has become a part of me.
The resistance has ended. Now I patiently wait, for the next turmoil in queue.
