The Heart Wants
The heart feels what it feels, wants what it wants. The mind can tell the heart no, but the heart being ever hopeful still wants what it wants. It can fool the mind, for a while, into believing what it wants is real. What is truly real will be revealed. The heart then breaks, the delusion bleeding forth in waves of grief. "Foolish heart", says the mind, " how, why, do you grieve something that never was?". But the heart grieves on. The delusion now bled out, it is left broken, empty, missing the unreal. Foolish foolish heart. Time to start the slow painful journey back to real.
Copyright © Darla Tegtmeier | Year Posted 2018
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