"Ruptured/Wanting"

This phrase came to me as I read a poem the other day from a wonderful web poet I follow. It seemed to define how her words struck me as I read them. Her poetry often strikes a sense of the struggles of the heart and mind in the search for reconciliation. We've all felt the heavy hand of loss, and its grip on the heart, as we fight to throw off its weight. Often poetry and lyrics define this expression within us, as the writers pain spills into their verses, we feel it as our very own. Buried beneath the surface of our daily lives, these scars sit mostly undisturbed by the normal events of our routines, yet these intrepid words, dig at us somehow to uncover bits of the pain all over again. There is a place in most of us, thats so tender and delicate, we hesitate to share it with just anyone. Once reserved for intimate connections, the moment we offer up the part of us we guard the most, vulnerability is the only outcome. We live in hopes of never realizing that possibility of losing what we cherish most, but ultimately that loss always comes. Permanency is the fallacy that lures us to this alter of enchantment, but everything is transitory in the story of life. That feeling of euphoria surrounding this unleashing of our concealed inner being is akin to the high people get from all enjoyable thrills, but because we've thrown our hearts into the mix, any disappointment will turn us upside down. Masked by the enchantment of our romantic posture, acceptance of the true discord of time is what’s actually at stake. Peace is the absence of suffering, coming only after we reconcile the past, and find the joy of the now. It’s the only moment we truly have to embrace and engage...

 

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