Breaking Points.

when realization of chaos unravels the exact truth...

The heart literally breaks.

I know, because I can feel the shattered pieces rattling around in my chest as I walk. Some days the collection decides to stay in one spot, while others, it feels as if they are deliberately banging against the insides of my rib cage. Begging for attention? No, commanding me. Forcing pressure in a way that leaves me short of breath, while the collective pieces pull and push my central balance until it feels as if they will shoot out of my chest if I were not to adhere to their bidding.

Then, just as suddenly as these episodes start- they stop. 

The periods of numbness start to linger a bit longer, accompanied by short pauses of complete relief. It is then that small, earthly treasures are found and the sky becomes the exact and perfect shade of purple. It is then that I feel those pieces, instead of pull and part, begin to come together in a type of harmony. A very slow melody, as if in that instant, only one note of a magnificent symphony is played. A note so lovely, that I can dwell in that pleasant and full vibrato with a knowing; a faith, or a hope that I’ll be able to hear the next just as vibrant. 

Author's Note

Personally, I wouldn't completely call this a poem... more like an inspired journal entry?

Criticism should always be constructive. ;)