Fragments of the Heart

Life is hard. I understand not every person who comes into our lives are meant to stay. At times, we want more, and we cling to the hourglass, as the sands of each fragment are washed away by my tears. Whether it is my tortured mind, fragmented by moments and memories, or the ache of my body, replaying every tender caress. My mind, body, and soul fragmented by the feelings within, yearn to interlace our fingers with each other. The warmth of your hand, molded into mine and made just for me; how it haunts me, as mine lies empty, my arms lie empty, and body craves to feel your breath on my neck once again.

Day or night, I still feel your body pressed against mine in a loving embrace. I read the words etched on paper, and I hear the songs with hidden messages within. Maybe, it’s only the imagination that sees you- a glimpse of your shadow- as words are silenced in my throat, and I catch my breath as I look back. Was it you, or was it just me, again.

There are times when my brain rebels and says, “No more will you cling to hope, these memories are banished.” My body screams against it, and within the fire slowly dies in this cruel reality. Yes, there’s a reason for everything. It’s just that life is hard enough without the pain of this fragmented heart. Life is so hard, without you.

Published by touring from the park bench

A blogger, columnist, educator, researcher, and writer; Brenda is the founder of "Touring from the Park Bench"; formerly the column and now the blog. Her writing themes include Behavioral Sciences, Christianity, Criminal Justice, Education, Fitness, Healthcare and Informatics, Lifestyle, Psychology, and Sociology. Though varied in her traits, Brenda has considered the distinctions of others as a contribution, an honor, and a privilege to behold. She acknowledges her acceptance through collaboration and communication with professionals in other disciplines, forming meaningful partnerships through the culmination of challenging projects. She feels it is through interaction that awareness, integration, and success in finding solutions we construct to mutual problems. She has professed in words life lessons such as learning the day is scarier than the night, for you will see the harm that befalls you, and betrayal is painful. She's learned unconditional love is never stronger than seen in the very young and in the very old. She's learned no matter what emotion a person is experiencing, a cuddly puppy can make you re-evaluate so much. She's learned the only certainty in life is death- so, be ready. She's learned the most experienced emotions are forgiveness, grief and hope, and that patience is the most taught virtue. She often finds joy in the fleeting moments people don’t take advantage of, like when caught in a rainstorm, when snowflakes fall, the permanence of unconditional love and the realism of death. AUTHOR'S WORDS~ "Have you ever watched over a cocoon, as it changes into a butterfly, or a rosebud as it blooms? It is almost like watching your children grow, all too quickly. They aren’t children anymore, and neither are you. Live life while you can, for you do not get a second chance.”

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