So many broken
relationships
Fragmented scrapped
wounded
You look at them
They stare at you
You are awed…flawed…wasted
Insecurity? Your best
friend.
Lying low in your bed
You clutch that blanket
tight
Hugging the warmth of
fur…wool…or simply your own bosom
The mirror suddenly is
animated…
You feel a bit lost...a
bit cornered
It’s not personal, you
assure yourself
But the heart beats
fast…faster
You call the one you
want to hold near
You talk of things
irrelevant…
Perhaps a feeling
crosses your mind
What if I am next?
Heart is where the home
is
Home is where the heart
is?
Your fears won’t ever
rest…
Because you are broken
by birth…
Striving like the waves
to unite with the shore…
So be afraid of voids,
be insecure, be possessive
Love madly, laugh
loudly… cry intensely …
It is every breath that
takes you close to life
…and closer to death…
Because my friend…that’s
where you belong!
