Don’t you love it when someone is able to capitalize on the exact emotions that you feel at your heart so closely? Sometimes when the ‘Word’ is sent forth, the composition is lowercased, until THE CAPITAL transcends what is lowercased. I am very familiar with this DANCE. Thank you Sylina for writing such a piece that capitalizes the very notion of where I Stand.
To accompany this piece, I am reminded of something I wrote that is similar entitled ‘Muted Heartbeats’
You scream and tear the shreds; into consequential items of neglectfulness.
These shreds are remnants of what has become of my love.
I’m no longer given to the reasoning of persistent battle; my heart is restless.
The urgency which once compelled me to create action has lost its fervor.
You are holding on to the example of the championship, I once delivered to you, but I have put down my sword.
I engage in the activity of complexity, by allowing our interests to dance within miles.
As I walk daily to the deserts of sweat; my efforts are begged for thirst.
I express to myself the wonder which vehemently places discord between us.
This muted threat is louder than all of the greatness combined.
Its ‘lack’ is the weight of overload and sickness.
In the elements of goodness; I am sharply reminded of these knives.
It is actually in the laughter in which your spirit decides; that kindles my fractured soul.
These testimonies of agony; brings me to regret as I shape them each rising day.
These muted heartbeats remain in my body; to speak of your boisterous heartbeat.
But are we to mute the sounds of life because we wish to forget the beat of our heavy hearts?