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I Hide My Heart

I see your face in the frost
Lovingly carved in ice until the white disappears
and I see the truth behind your flesh

I am inadequate.

A torrential downpour of torrential rain rains upon your face
slowly melting away the remnants of beauty that I once saw

I am inadequate.

I have carved your face in the etchings of my heart
but the lines are fading

And I see your face in the frost, sometimes.

So now a fine layer of snow covers your eyes
and I forget to remember.

Perhaps the first snowflakes of an avalanche do not sow destruction.
And perhaps I am fool to think the future will not answer the past.

I hide my heart.
I am inadequate.

 

Inspired by: http://richardankers.com/2016/01/31/six-word-stories-broken-vows/

 

I Cave In

With gritted teeth I tear at my chest and dig
bits of bone and flesh flying
only to find the heart empty.

And through tear filled eyes I blink at the remains,
blurred feet and blood pooling.

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

And so there is nothing to do
but stitch together the remains.
The thread protrudes, scars bold and evasive
but the thread is strong
the mould holding

And so to the sky, tear filled, hazy eyes
                               I let the air brush my cheek
   gently
And mournful howls rustle the leaves
                                 the  heart  is  pounding

And you latch on to the moment
This cavity feels full once again.

I, I, I Brigade

I am…Me. Simple as that. How do you choose a single word to describe your personality? Every day, every hour, I change. Sometimes I become someone who I don’t recognise and other times, I feel so secure within myself that nothing can hurt me.

But those times are often few and far between. Generally I am drowning in my fears, in the feeling of being adrift and not knowing where I am and how I am. Knowing what I must do to improve myself and yet lacking the zeal to push and push forward to become something meaningful.

Life is full of purpose and yet I am listless. I guess that makes me somewhat of a coward…

Coward (n.) a person who is contemptibly lacking in the courage to do or endure dangerous or unpleasant things.

So, maybe not. I don’t mind unpleasantness or danger, more so that I am stuck within my brain. My life happens there. The downside of being introverted. Maybe. Or maybe I should just leave off this idea that life needs to be rigidly structured to succeed and that will make me better, make me stronger.

You see, I know me. I know who I am. I know the stepping stones in front of me. And I know that I must pull of the best of me and push back against that part of me that is lazy to live in the real world. Descartes said, “I think, therefore I am,” but I am, therefore I think. Thinking only gets you so far. Put into practise what you know and doors that are ajar will swing wide open. That that can be your success.

The images in my mind, my life in my mind become me as a writer. I see colours, vivid and fierce, I hear the winds howl, brush across my face. I taste the rain, lean towards the sun but sway towards the dark. Thoughts go round and round, endlessly circling and never really reaching a conclusion. And you see that within my work, often, as my own peril. What I write is not also as tethered as it should be. You see it in this post.

But me, I am me, and there is no single word to describe my personality. It is ever changing. That’s one thing I can always count on – I’m human.

I feel that in the spirit of full disclosure, I should point out that I did look around at different 30 day writing challenges and have decided to pick and choose what to write about. There’s a part of me that wants to pause already. But onwards and upwards. Let’s get to it.(Also wondering if it is at all clever to start this when I have 2000 words of assignment to complete in five days).
Day 1. Branding: What single word describes your personality? How does it affect you as a writer? Are you whimsical, gregarious or fierce?

I Dream of Bliss

A dead heart.
Blackened and rusted, these sins have darkened
every crevice

and the gates of hell are closed
and burning embers flee for a moment,

Eyes shut. To charred flesh giving way for Gardens of Bliss
if only the chance is taken,

While the devils are chained up
and the gates of hell are closed.

Life can return to the dead and flaking heart.