Heartbreak is getting more and more common as the years go by; caused by loved ones, lost ones, enemies, and our own self. Any form it appears as doesn't hurt any less or any more. Heartbreak is exactly that, broken, broken like a shattered ceramic pot lying on the floor, no amount of glue can make it like it was. Feeling watching every crack occur using the veins as a map, traveling in every direction with no compass or North Star.
Every bottled up message escaping from the grooves that kept them in. Broken from inside out, outside in. Concentration, attention, and motivations leaking out without a way to be put back; while trying to, they're already gone. Traveling in the wind as free as you wish you were. Heartbreak, emotional prison, despair detention that seems to be a life sentence given by the one thing that no one can control, the one thing that is causing the pain, the judge, the jury, and the punisher.
Completing the unlimited stages, only one thing remains the same, the reason. The pain begins to hit in waves, the cracks embedded within me start to mold, the imprisoning sentence seems to be reduced to probation; coming for a surprise visit, and the savior that rescued me shining light on a new form, the attorney that came prepared to fight bringing common sense as a weapon, the sweet sound of the bell; the symbol of a second chance, was always within the broken form that is now healing.
Healing the slow painful process that tests the already shaky structure but enhancing the strength that kept it standing. Following by steps and strides to only hear a whisper of a memory surfacing parts that aren't fully mended, revisiting hard junction that will forever be carried, enforces the core strength being built block by block. The rain will pass, but not fully go away, causing one to fall landing on the apples of the cheeks, only to be a reminder of the past.
Remembering the past will be that restriction of the chest followed by a rushing flood of memories that will cause pain in the cheeks, a slight sheen when the light hits the eye at the right angle, followed by a sounds that use to be a familiar noise that was sought after, but never could achieve, until now. The sweet utterance of happiness carried through the wind, just as the victims of a broken heart did, allowing for the rest to hear the innocent peaceful echo, a long awaited giggle of happiness.
