Heart of Stone
The sounds and faces that one could not save,
These dark thoughts come in, wave after grueling wave.
There is no rhythm to how often they appear,
Too proud, too strong, thoughts far away as they are near.
Haunting memories seem to persist, not leaving done to be done,
A cylinder click breaks the silence from a freshly polished gun.
Broken is to feel pain rather than nothing at all,
The heart beats faster with each chest rise and fall.
Happiness is a mere word, put all upon oneself,
Awards bravely earned are boxed up, taken down from shelf.
All interest has left in wondering how or why,
No feelings towards life, or when something has to die.
The armor has dents on both front and back,
Put down that pistol, move forward, don’t look back.
The time has come to lower the guard,
Climb this mountain, each footstep forward will be less hard.
When the mountain is climbed at the top will be found,
Its heart made of stone, symbolic and profound.
Care for others, and oneself too,
Allowing to love again, love like its brand new.
Take care and choose wisely the words that are spoken,
Because even a mountain made of stone can have its heart broken.
It doesn’t matter where you come from, who you are, what you look like, we all have that space inside of us where we push stuff down and don’t let it out. Maybe it was a bad relationship, a car accident, or just words that tore into your very soul.
This poem is about just that. Like a bank, these ideologies are stored in a vault. The problem we encounter, again like a bank, you get charged interest. What I mean is that the memories of whatever the situation, recur and compound, just like interest. The way I see it, it is easy to become consumed by these thoughts and memories because they build up over time.
Understanding that you push these thoughts away, instead of learning how to manage them, is literally killing you softly over time. Whether you lock them up to avoid them or because it is just too much to hold, like a teenager, they will sneak out of your house and do their thing.
I took this picture in Utah while hiking up Capital Reef. I was amazed when I got to the top to find this huge boulder, cracked the way it was. I didn’t think much more of it at the time. Recently, while going through my pictures, I re-discovered this photo. I love it more now than I did then. Maybe because life was trying to tell me something then, but I just wasn’t listening.
Thank you for taking a look at Heart of Stone!