Depth: Exploring the Heart

Still hurting from yesterday
But what more is there to say?
Heart broken
But still open;

The open heart’s elasticity
Enables it to hold everything we feel,
Its resilience stimulates all wounds to heal
And lets every arrow pass through unimpeded

But still a delicate touch is needed
To dislodge those projectiles that get stuck
Or expel them as needed,
Clearing the way for whatever’s next.

In the meantime, there is much waiting,
A lot of patience
And a great deal of training,
As the process continues unabated;

Continuously the river flows
Around the rocks and down the waterfalls,
Turbulently in places
And where more smoothly it slows;

Oh, such a long way to go
And yet I’m always there,
If only I could see what should be clear
But by the hindrances is obscured.

Then again, looking through them I can see
They are transparent and temporary,
Soon the sun will rise
And penetrate the darkness and disperse the mist

Revealing the glittering waters
And the purity of the stream,
Which reflects the sunbeams’ gleams,
Brightens the heart and cools the steam.

Deployment: Mustering the Troops

After a rather unsuccessful
Grocery shopping expedition
During which no affordable
Produce could be found,

Came home to find a large envelope
Containing therein, a long letter
Bubbling over with unexpected vehemence,
Or was it righteous indignation?

Either way, tea and supper could not wait,
As to work I had to go, as all late shift people do,
And so, putting this flaming appetizer aside
Set out to generate my own heat on the stove,

Thinking, ‘if I have macaroni and cheese,
I’ll have to use up the last
Of the peppers and most of the broccoli,
Plus some cabbage rolls;

Alternatively,’ I mused,
‘I could break out the stock
And do same as above,
Or dig into my emergency vegetable soup supply;

Whatever option I go with, things are tight
And so, I have no energy for fighting,
Luxuries of this sort are for those
Who can afford such petty indulgences.

This latest invective will only drive me away
But nothing is wrong, oh no!
This is merely reality’s handshake,
Proffered over vigorously,

“When a Mother tiger gets upset
She eats her young,” or so I’ve heard
And my simple reply to this observation is,
“How very human of her!”

Depleted: Running Low on Supplies

To grocery shop or not,
What a dilemma;
There’s a storm front coming
And little produce in the fridge,

But it’s Friday afternoon
And I’m short on time,
Besides, how many others
May get the same idea?

And seeing as I’m running late
Due to fatigue and poor sleep,
There’s the question of place,
As in, will nearby stores be affordable?

I could just take a chance and see,
But how will I feel?
With this ridiculous chronic condition
I never know, and I’m working tonight.

Plus, I have to get some cash,
Oh, I fear twill be such a mad dash
And don’t know what I’ll find,
Will it only make me more behind?

It’s so frustrating
How often this happens,
Dithering and fiddling
I squander even more valuable time,

‘Take a breath!’ I think,
But tension always seems to arise
When the larder gets low,
Not sure why, some ancient instinct perhaps?

Either way, I get caught
And can’t seem to process it;
There’s no relaxing
When this craving comes calling.