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Loop

Crack me open,
Know me well,
You''ll see that there's a heart in me.
I smile,
I weep,
I yell and scream.
I have a heart in my core.
Caress my skin,
Is it soft?
Am I warm to the touch?
You'll come to find that senses deceive.
As supple and sweet as I may feel,
My wall is up.
It's rigid and icy, but at least,
I'm not empty, I'm just hardened.

I sigh, I yawn,
I close my eyes.
The world is wearing me down.
The elements corrode me to simplicity.
I feel wind through the cracks.
No insulation makes a home feel like a shack.
I shiver, beaten by rain and snow.
My vulnerability is inevitable,
But it's also visible.
My wall is destroyed,
I am left alone, but at least,
I'm not hardened, I'm just tired.

I rest for seven thousand years,
Perhaps it's only what it feels to be.
I wake to the sun.
I stretch and glance around.
Am I the only living thing?
Color has been sucked from Earth,
Brown grass, brown leaves, and not a sound.
Not a wisp of wind or a scurrying mouse.
But you're here with me.
I'm alert now, aware of my weakness.
There is no trust anymore,
You left me, remember?
I could walk forever without a soul but my own,
Because I'm not tired, I'm just bitter.

My journey continues into time and space I can't comprehend.
I have time to reflect on what has happened,
Time to forgive you,
Time to forgive nature,
I see life and death,
Every minute of every day.
Why should I be bitter towards what you can't control?
Why should I be tired when there's so much life to live?
Why should I be hardened when there's so much love to give?

Love...
I forgot what it feels like.
To love.
Emotions seem out of my reach.
I cannot feel.
Crack me open once more,
And you'll come to find,
I've been worn down past my limit,
I'm not tired, I'm just empty.

Copyright © Krystal Turton | Year Posted 2012

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