A cry for help in the silence of a busy night.
So close you feel a tormented heart and mind.
You smell the tears and fear.
You sense the anguish.
Darkness looms around you and into it
you reach out your hand and heart.
Reaching to comfort...
to silence the cry of torment.
You feel something fall, clinging onto you.
Pulling back, you find yourself being sucked in.
You fight to pull yourself free,
grasping protectively and tightly around the yet unseen object in your care.
Struggling free; your battle is won.
You then look down into your hand,
and discover a bruised and broken heart.
You don't want this.
You try to find a place in your world
for it to go... to heal.
You notice then it has begun to grow around you.
You try again and again,
moving more and more quickly
to give it a better place to go,
but it can not... will not escape it's grasp.
No place is suitable.
It feels safe and secure... loved
by you.
You feel responsible now
and with grief and failure slapping you in the face,
you realize you have
'bitten off more than you can chew'.
You are fighting an unbeatable battle.
Desperation starts to settle in your stomach.
You want to return back to your life...
your own hell.
But this heart...
won't fit there.
written by Krystal (aka EchoAngel)
August 1997
