Wednesday, October 14, 2009

BroKen

Moments of truth get all the advantage when you are ready for acceptance

The low feeling in the pit of the stomach graduates to the heart

Where it resides in peace, while beating you to pieces

Your heart cups them, and your mind thanks this surprising substitute.

The limbs never existed, the soul skidded through the tight-bound alleys of the mind

What remains is you.

Alone. Away. Atoned.

With no heart to skip logic and no brain to skip a beat,

You decide to move on.

Rise from the living dead.

For a new-found existence. For a lesser deep meaning.

The past is now stuck in the ice as the warmth of newness consumes you.

And you prepare yourself for another death. For another time.

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