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The Fickleness of the Human Heart

Where the only true guarantee is the resulting goodbye

By Colleen Millsteed Published 9 months ago 1 min read
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Goodbyes are a guarantee in life,

Due to the fickleness of the human heart,

Always searching for a greener pasture,

It’s the one thing you can be sure of from the very start.


Impermanence is the only reliable permanence you can bank on,

Knowing that in a blink of an eye the world has turned upside down,

Love and support a wishy washy conundrum,

Remember it’s going to be the reason your smile turns into a frown.


Reliance is a misinformed regret,

Trust a courageous mistake of epic proportions,

The heart waivers on the turn of a dime,

Hurrying the goodbyes through lovers distortions.


Family blood feuds a common occurrence,

Kinship thrown in the trash on a dreamy whim,

Where once they had your back, pretension in care,

The truth is uncovered and the surprise is heartbreakingly grim.


Happiness placed into the hands of cruelty,

To be tossed aside at the will of a mood,

Love a bribe to gain control of the outcome,

Bantered between care and hatred on a single attitude.


Be wary of the words and actions easy sprouted,

Know that listening ears live in a different reality,

Understanding is uncommonly practiced,

And goodbyes are life’s one guarantee.


When you wake one day and realise this lesson,

Surrounded by broken promises, lost support and heartbreak’s debris,

That we are bound to live in a world alone,

Born alone, to die alone and to sail solo upon life’s tumultuous seas.

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Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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Comments (4)

  • Cathy holmes9 months ago

    A lot of sad truth here. It's heartbreaking.

  • When not necessitated by the vagaries of human whim, goodbyes become inevitable due to the bounds & limitations of the human condition. Eventually in this life, even that which is held most dearly comes to an end. But is it not also that very awareness that this, too, shall most certainly be lost which lifts its value in our own esteem & renders it precious?

  • That is so painfully true my friend. We came into this world alone and we would die alone. Sad but true.

  • Tiffany Gordon 9 months ago

    Beautifully-penned & insightful!

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