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Dissolution From My Heart
There's an intrinsic dimension in my heart, chambers that open and close, one always lies in restful repose but the other has great capacity for love and pain. Its depth and breadth cannot be measured but when love takes hold, it refuses to be swayed or delayed from taking an emotional journey. Arduously pursuing love, it sets a course as if captain of my ship. It's said the course of true love runs deep but in my raging seas, love was shipwrecked. There's a sour taste left from separation an undigested bitterness— an unchewed cud that made me choke a chyme rather vomited then swallowed Divorce was an annulment from life that left me estranged from the world. Unreconciled as though widowed without a literal death to be mourned. It's said a heart can be treacherous. Not a fallacy, for it's true Mine misbehaved, wounding me twice with duplicitous betrayal. Its pulse is strong, never missing a rhythmic beat, but to its fragility, I piously protest its frailty— a vulnerability of breaking too easily. Though caged to protect me from physical harm, emotional pain traverses through the bars. Insufferable, but inconceivable to divorce my heart. It never hesitates or stops to ask, "What if or should I?" Its sails full speed ahead, not caring about whirlpools and eddies. It motivates me to laugh at life's daily joys, but allows tears to fall in rivulets when wounded. Love's thorns stab deeply; wounds heal slowly but without the quest to love once more— what spark will be found to ignite the flame that always yearns to love again?
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