Through the Eye of the Heart
“If we look through our hearts…” What insights might we gain? Our eyes are the first to be the judge and jury – but our hearts know so much more.
For all that she heard
she could not utter a word
and with a snap her heart was broken
That one doesn’t fit
What the others portray doesn’t sit!
With no understanding
but hurt between we two
Fickle is the way
one enchants their own say
believing their view is the best to convey
Long laying lines
can fray overtime
if not with clear eyes we survey
But at the depths of it all
no matter how far we fall
into our own subjective sway
Deep down, the heart knows the true way
and words are just words we say
Utterances in the heat of verbal battle tear the fabric of the delicate relationships we weave.
That line crossed, going too far, that vengeful thought so secretly kept, bursting up your vocal cords and tearing like a bullet out of your throat – and there it is, the ugly thing said that you never meant to say. But it has been born into the physical realm, manifested into reality and wielded as a spear on the battlefield. You cannot go back.
This poem is about the aftermath, that moment when someone you hold dear says something so hurtful, something you always feared they thought, but it remained unspoken. Ignorable. Even the deepest of bonds can be cut. But how do you go on from there? Will it ever be the same again? Can you look beyond the hurt and know at the core, underneath the misunderstanding, needs for vengeance and pride – that there is still love?
The heart knows not pride, that is the misconception of the mind. The heart only knows love and has the power to overcome and heal all wounds.
“If we look through our hearts…” What insights might we gain? Our eyes are the first to be the judge and jury – but our hearts know so much more.
“Time is beauty we cannot transform” Each tick marks the passing moments. We cannot avoid looking at our existence and the way we’ve honored each precious second we have.
“The sea, she sings a song only she can hear…” Time seems to hold its breath and just stand still. It’s only you and the movement of the Earth.
Berlin Artist, Artist and Poet, American Artist, American Poet, Nature Artist, Poems of Love, Berlin Poet, Spoken Word Artist, Best Poetry, Musical Artist