Hurt the Fragile Heart

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

We love. We hate. We conceive. We deceive. We betray. We protect. We reveal. We conceal. But most of all, we hurt the fragile heart.

HURT THE FRAGILE HEART

By Al Garcia

We love.  We hate.  We conceive.  We deceive.  We betray.  We protect.  We reveal.  We conceal.  But most of all, we hurt the fragile heart. 

We are a living contradiction.  Illogical and flawed.  Our hearts an open book from childhood until the final sunset.  We create the beauty that astounds us and surrounds us.  We conceive and devise the circumstances that makes us cry and breaks the very essence of our being.  We elaborate and formulate the angers and hostilities that destroy the breath and scope of dreams and wonders that fuel the human heart.  And through the maze and haze of living, we hurt the fragile heart.

Lost first love.  The betrayal by a friend.  The utterance of a lie.  The scheming to deceive.  The discovery of disloyalty and betrayal.  The duplicity of the innocence of youth.  The acceptance of life unfurled with the wrinkles and creases of age displayed and observed.  And even after the days of glory and the nights of sorrow begin to fade with the dimming light, our fragile hearts keep beating.  Yet lonely is the feeling of acceptance of what was left behind and all that could have been.  Lonely is the feeling of how we have hurt the fragile heart.

The intensity of life is hard and cruel and even brutal, and challenges the body and the mind.  To witness the defeat of the human spirit is to feel the depth of sorrow and despair.  To sense and experience helplessness and weakness defines our vulnerability, susceptibility and sensitivity.  We are the sum of our achievements and of our failures.  And it is our failures that display the character and the strength of our lives. 

And in the end, it is only us that can hurt the fragile heart.  For we are the keepers of the flame that glows and grows within.  Love, hate, betrayal, trust, truth, lies, deceit, friendship – we hold the key that can heal or hurt the fragile heart.

If only we knew when to turn the key before it hurt the fragile heart.


Submitted: May 22, 2021

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