How fragile, yet beautiful is the very essence of our being.
With ever beat of our heart, we’re molding within us a priceless work of art.
Some choose it for evil, others choose it for good, both easily shattered when touched.
Deep within us is a coursing river paving life through every turn.
The very blood that keeps us alive and willing to love, also becomes a magnet to wandering souls
The newfound currents create new pathways in our lives
Some choose those paths to love intimately, others choose them for pain, both easily shattered when the pathways aren’t maintained.
To love requires reaching into the depths of a human, conceived in a world full of hatred.
Depths that can take you deep into the darkness of ones soul.
In time, that darkness can cover us or shape us, both bring us to our breaking points which slowly starts fracturing the heart.
Every beat puts more strain on the walls we have surrounding us.
Slowly our barriers collapse and we’re flooded with the unknown.
Unwilling to process the emotions the world is drowning us in.
A depth so great which requires us to sink or swim in sin, both ultimately having a direct impact on our lives.
Buoyant
Lost
Escaping life
Swallowing pride
Standing in the crowd
Elevating others
Dreading the unknown
Our shattered hearts have become a channel for others to attempt to fill.
Bruised, broken, searching for answers
Only to find that each pathway leads to another trail of pain
Of which the recipient has exhausted themselves of love.
We’re all a little broken
We’re all a little bruised
But just when you’ve given up hope
Someone comes along and replaces that shattered heart, with a piece of them that seals the vows of forever and always.
Those shattered hearts become BLESSED hearts, which will stand the test of time when put to the ultimate test.
About the Creator
Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis2 days ago in Humans
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