"A Broken Heart Needs More than Salve"
Some people can go through life pretending like everything is candy.
I can't.
Reality tells a different story: children crying, people hurting
Things fall apart around me as I sit under the charcoal sky
the chair is rusting, the ice melting, the ink fading
As time wears on, so do we
Our bodies grow old, frail, and tired
Toe touches on the trampoline
or careless swims in the ocean become nearly impossible
We are gripped by fear, responsibilities, expectations
A heavy anchor begins to tie us to this place
when once, we floated
above like a hot air balloon
We stop dreaming because the dreams don't seem to ever come true
We stop loving, for fear of yet another heartbreak
The clouds part above us
revealing an orange and purple masterpiece
that these days we barely notice
Cynicism. Near despair. Longing
All the makings of a great movie,
but nothing we ever wanted
Rewind the tape to 1990...
backyard barbeque steaming up the neighborhood
bright cherry sled rushing down a freshly powdered slope
Saturday playdates that seemed to last for years
What happened to the innocence, the exuberance, the wonder?
Oh, the wonder
the wonder of a gurgling seashell on a pebbled shore
the wonder of first love walking home from the bus stop
the wonder in bright young eyes staring at a sparkling night sky
The places we'll go, the people we'll see
Whole continents of new world wonders yet to explore
Is there a way to reclaim our imaginations,
our unabashed curiosities,
our fearless abilities to speak our minds?
Oh little child, I want you back...
I see you in the little boy rollerblading by my office in the afternoon sun,
grasping a nearby pole and spinning around til you fall and scrape your knees
I see you in the wide-eyed wonder of new relationships,
tasting a freshness and a joy you thought you'd never feel again
I see you like a new moon rising every morning,
as a mist steams off the mountaintops across from my apartment
like some Elysian Field coming to enrapture my soul with delights
Today, I see you in five little birds
with roasted coffee backs, ivory stripes, and blue speckles of distinction
They dance together on a brick ledge
without a care in the world
Glazed cataracted eyes, peel back your lids of disbelief
Just ahead a smile creeps out from pursed red lips of trepidation
A slumbering butterfly unfurls its resplendent wings
The icicles of winter melting with a hint of spring in the air
The wonder never disappeared...
we just stopped looking for it.
My love, wait. Listen. Savor.
No more grasping
A broken heart needs more than salve
Can you imagine all things made new?
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