Once again, I’ve been up all night unable to fall asleep. Restlessness, achy legs and a moving mind have kept me up. But you know what the best remedy for insomnia is? Waking up! So I’ve been up reading poetry by Rumi and writing a little most the night. Here’s one.
A Still Heart
I have a friend
who closed shop on love.
When asking her what led her here
She placed one hand on her heart
And the stronger hand on her head.
“My memories,” she said. “My protection.”
She couldn’t forget
All the hurt
That broke her
Times before.
So she made up her mind
–eliminated risk,
Climbed in a benign box.
I grabbed her hand
The one on her head
and looked into her
with my third eye.
I have seen what love can do
It had killed me a few times, too.
But what she considers protection
In other light was a prison.
Hadn’t she heard?
The heart will continue to break
Until it breaks open.
All her memories
can do for her now
Is make her heart stand still.
And living things–
they die this way–
We are meant to move.
Health
Happiness
Insomnia.
timely. here I sit, in pain, can’t sleep, and broken hearted. we are glum folk, far away online friend.
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Shoot. Can you please delete my last comment? Email is showing. Sorry. Thanks.
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Thank you :)
Maybe I can go to sleep now. It’s 2:31am.
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“…And living things die this way–
We are meant to move…”
Profound. Beautiful. touches the heart.
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Beautiful.
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